Emma took it from Jess and ran her fingers over it. As with most of our toys, it was handsomely made.Turning it over, Emma laughed out loud as she saw...the opposite side. Imprinted in the leather was the word “SLUT”, mirror imaged. When it struck the skin, it would leave the word momentarily etched into my (or, occasionally, Jess’) ass cheek.“I love it!” Emma said, admiring it.“Thank you, Mistress. It gets the job done, I assure you,” Jess said.Emma had started out all gung-ho, but then she. Maybe I might win a few points for my honesty with her maybe sometime later, I thought, but she certainly hadn’t been used to hearing those sorts of novelties from any other man before. Maybe I was also too traditional in my thinking ... that sex should mean more than just a momentary dalliance. Besides, I just didn’t see myself as casual boy-toy material.I’d either see her again later ... or I wouldn’t. Those odds sided a bit more to my favor than a straight-up coin flip ... but I didn’t even. "This has been far too long in coming," Aggie said, getting into something like a fighting stance her body barely supporting her.Aggie charged forward and rammed her head into Bree's midriff. It was firmer than Aggie expected but a surprised gasp of pain burst out of Bree's mouth as she fell onto her ass. Aggie pushed her advantage and kicked Bree, forgetting she wasn't wearing shoes. The sudden sharp pain in her foot, sent a wave of nausea through her. Her dizziness lack of balance overwhelmed. . Just to make her feel better I tried changing the topic and held her hands saying we can’t change anything.. We had a small hug and she told me tat she still loves and haven’t got over me.. I gave her title hug and promised t be wit her as a friend.. However our hug got tighter and we don’t realize where it was going to..She used to be a very simple gal but when ever we have got physical in the past she used t get wild and it used to be diff her altogether.. She had kinda got addicted of.