Standing before him in my bra was both embarrassing and exciting. Did he think I was pretty? Was he pleased with my body? I'd never been with a man...wearing only my bra before. Thankfully, he smiled and that was all it took to put me at ease. I kicked off my shoes, making myself even shorter. He laughed and did the same to bring our height disparity back to the original level, before telling me it was my turn. I reached out and grasped the bottom of his tee shirt near each hip and lifted. "She sat down. "I need a footstool. Get me one, slave."I looked around and saw no footstool. I crawled to Mz Dominica, and wenton my hands and knees in front of her."Very inventive, slave." said Mz Dominica. She proceeded to rest herbooted feet on my back. It felt incredible, feeling my Mistress's bootsagainst me. I desperately wanted to cum, but I still could not. I heardsome paper rustling; Mz Dominica must have been reading. She shifted Herfeet every now and then. Every time she did, and. ” “I... I... want you to cane me,” he said very quietly. “I could drop by the garden centre on the way home and get a cane for you to use on me.” “Okay,” she told him. “It... it will hurt. You know that don’t you?” “Yes,” he said softly. “But I deserve it don’t I?” “Why?” “Because... because I have denied you real sex for all this time, haven’t I? I deserve being punished for it.” “I guess so,” Claire said quietly. The conversation ended and she turned to Karl and told him what Neil had. Taran ran his tongue from below her anus to her cunt lapping all the mixture of sweat, cunt juices. The taste was as strong as was the aroma. Neelu moaned loudly as if in pain, “ahhh daddee ….uuunnnnnhhhhhhhh.”Taran started to lick firmly making sure to linger over her sensitive anus. Soon Neelima was thrashing, as her father used his loving tongue to push her further closer to her first orgasm of the evening. Taran once satisfied that all the collected taste and smell captured in between his.