The two would spend the day texting back and forth and the night on the phone talking about each other’s day and pretty much sharing all the details...of their lives with each other. Sometimes during their phone conversations they would have phone sex. Cindy came to learn that Sam loved to be dominated. She was more than happy to play the Dom to Sam’s subbie. In fact she came to relish the role, enjoying being in control and when she heard Sam cum just from her words it was often enough to make. Cassidy admitted that the same offer was made to her from a different guard. Neither lady was interested. We decided that we should collect our baggage and find a way to get to our hotel.By some miracle all of our bags arrived. In fact the first ten bags on the luggage carousel belonged to us. There were still bags arriving when we claimed the last one and started to move towards the street."How do we get to the hotel?" Morgan asked.Becky moved ahead of him. She was not carrying a suitcase and. .. Oohhh no ... Satan's seed escaped ... into you ... Satan got control of me." Hanh ... Aahhh ... Oohhh sirrr ... Oohhh yeesss ... I know it, Father ... But? You can do something, can't you?" the buxom someday Nun panted, still breathless from her orgasm. "I know you put out his fire ... I know I'll be able to resist Sister Capello." No, my child ... you may think so but ... it will happen again ... I have to ... I must ... do something more." Father Murphy released her legs and they flopped. But a strict bare-bottom over-the-knee spanking remained her all-time favourite!Think of something else, or the belt will drive you insane!The belt was comfy, it was well-crafted, without doubt sexy and even nice to look at. And it was effective. Sexual relief was not for slavegirls to decide about. It was a granting, a gift from their Mistresses. (I would never betray Mistress with my nimble fingers, so the belt doesn't bother me in the least. I don't even come close to it – but ARRGH!.