She heard Jenny wimper and that made her need to dig her nail in more. Rose heard Jenny let out a sob and she started to cry. Rose pushed her upper bo...y higher and came back up to Jennys head she kissed her lips lightly and then whispered in her ear, Its okay sinner open your legs for me and accept the punishment you know you deserve. Help me hurt you more Jenny. Rose could hardly believe what she was saying. She remembered the long hours of listening to Jennys mother ramble on about her. ‘Stop, please!’ May gasped. I stopped. ‘Sorry,’ I panted. I wasn’t. ‘Don’t you like it?’ ‘It’s not right,’ she gasped, ‘so rude. That’s not for make love’. I held her, both panting and sensed that despite her reaction she had enjoyed it. Yet May was not yet ready to fully accept her desires and pleasures and abandon societal concepts of morality when making love. That would come. For now, love making had to be by the book. We moved back onto the bed and a short silence was ended as our eyes met. As it was, I almost screwed everything up by acting rashly. That night was like a perfect storm of motivation and opportunity: I was angry at my husband, I was dolled up and worked up, I’d been flirting relentlessly with you even though I wouldn’t have called it that, I was drunk, and you weren’t just available, you were obviously desperate for something to happen. You remember my story about losing control after the sculpture class, right? Well, that night was the moment I lost control with. I lay on the bed looking up at Sissy bound and gagged. I smiled to myself as I see Sissy clenching her arse and I think that the ice is doing its thing. I take the feather again, and lightly flick her clit. Sissy tries to move her body forward to gain more of the sensation, but I keep it just out of reach. I look to my box of ticks again and see Tania's nipple clamps so taking one I place it on her right nipple. She squeals at the new sensation and I smile to myself.I look at her groin and saw.