It seemed as though I couldn't win for anything. Tracy had only her panties on, for sure she was going to be the loser. She looked so hot sitting ther... with her huge tits pointing right at me. The next thing I knew the girls changed the game, added wild cards. I lost five straight hands and was sitting there totally naked. They laughed, saying that I thought I would beat them and I lost instead."Pick from the jar," they said, to see what I have to do for losing. It said that tomorrow a bag. They all hurt but the few that land on the bite spot from the night before REALLY get my attention. It is a struggle, but I manage to not cry out in pain nor to move. My body belongs to Master to do with as he wishes, no matter how painful. Next, I feel Master’s hands on my ass, caressing it tenderly. Then I feel his lips as he begins kissing my rosy cheeks and I begin to melt. I deserved my punishment and Master corrected me as he should. But, now his aftercare is the best thing in the. But there, below the Shakespeare quote he didn’t bother to decipher, was proof: ‘My heart belongs to Roy!’ Doug took a long look at the photograph, until he was sure he would know the face, and then snapped the book shut and set it on the table. After a long sip of tea, he strode to the jukebox and set about guessing at what could get him to the late fifties. Oldies weren’t Doug’s strong point. Rolling Stones? He was pretty sure they weren’t that old. Perry Como? A bit too old, he guessed.. I suckled at each in turn. Squeezing them with my lips, rolling them between my teeth gently. I licked underneath each breast and kissed the crease beneath each. Her hands never left my hair but never urged me on – she knew I was entirely self-motivated now. I licked her exposed thigh and kissed the skin above her stocking top. I nuzzled against her dress where it covered her pussy and she pulled her dress up. I remember feeling a little surprised that she was naked under her dress. I looked up.