"We can't … not here!" she whispered. I agreed, and removed my hand. Cindy walked in, and noticed my hand le...ving the position it had under Nadine's right boob. "Good morning" I greeted "Hey there" she replied with a daring smile on her face We all minded our own business for the next couple of hours. Until, lunch time came. I took out my lunchbox, with the bread 'n cheese I prepped this morning.. "You an' me, we've always been about control. But some D/s relationships are about humiliation and pain. The sub needs recovery time not just physical. A day to actually be able to walk without crying. Not just band aids, iodine and burn cream. Psychological shit. Not Jessie, Barb." He paused then cleared his throat. "I don't want her doing anything like that to you. You trust her?"I opened my mouth and stopped. It occurred to that nobody but Peter had ever really hurt me. A couple of girls had. “He has light hair,” she answered. It made sense because her mother’s hair was the color of straw.Caroline gave a slight glance to her compatriots.“Your uncle has no hair and hasn’t for many, many years,” Caroline stated. “Your sister says he has been bald for as long as she can remember.”Annika blinked.“You have been permitted as much freedom as we can tolerate,” Caroline said. Her voice was still pleasant but her eyes were harsh. “Thus far, we have been able to keep you out of the dungeon. If. Her face glistened with my pussy juice, her breasts brushed mine, she held a knee tight against my pussy, pulsing with a slow rhythm. She smiled broadly at my orgasmic pleasure. "I knew we would be best friends, little cunt," she declared, delighting me. "Kiss me," I requested, wanting her so badly. Pure lust, naked want, was the only concept I was capable of holding in my dazzled mind. She bent to me, I opened my mouth to greet her. Oh what a kiss. I tasted her mouth and my pussy together,.