I moan softly, my fingers curling to stroke your tongue as my hips twist side to side.I move my soaking hand to your pussy. Your legs spread, giving ...e free access.I part my own legs as I pump my fingers inside. My thumb reaches for your clit as I explore and push my fingers into you as best my trembling arms can. My rock hard nipples dig into your skin."That's good," you say. "Fist me, please. Push your clenched hand as deep as you can."My legs quiver and I fall to my knees. Leaning forward,. I help her zip up the back. She looks like the figurine on top of the cake. Meanwhile I've found the brides trousseau, a white bustier set with padded, underwire cups, a sweetheart neckline and sheer lace bodice with built-in boning. There's a satin sash with floral appliques, a long hook and eye back closure, garter straps and silk stockings. There is a residue of skin and sweat and powder and perfume that attests to it being on a body the day before. There's no panties with it understandably. "I think that's the first REAL faint I've ever seen from a male. Very masculine, I must say," her smile took on a peculiar twist as she said this, "but Mike? To show you that I am a very fair mistress? I want you to go down to the 240th floor. They're expecting you." The 240th floor mistress? What's there?" Never you mind. Just be a nice little man for Mz5 and do as you're told. But before you go? Has anyone ever taught you the tough guy curtsey?" No Mz5. But I've seen them done in movies.". Her sorrowful blue eyes were on mine. She'd made a mess, defecating all over herself. How pathetic Lizzy looked hanging there nude in the cobwebbed corner, her feet barely reaching the ground, her pale skin scratched and reddened, duct tape over her lips. The collar and leash were still around her neck. She watched me walk up to her until I was standing before her, shaking my head in disgust.I took her off the hook and led her outside to the backyard on the leash. There I used more rope to.