." "Don't you lie to me, I can tell you've been masturbating. I will not permit that kind of behavior from my girls. Do you und...rstand?" "Yes..." "Do you understand?" "I do. I can explain..." "There is nothing to explain. On your feet." "But..." "On your feet. Move." Miss Sade pulled the sheets back briskly,. "I guess so" she replied secretly wondering how fate had brought them together again. They loaded up in the boats and went out on the lake. Josh gave instructions to the group and they spread out all on the lake. Liz sat in the boat with her long legs straight forward. Josh couldn't help but notice how nice they were as he secretly would glance at them. "I saw you playing basketball today" Josh offered trying to kill some of the awkward silence. "You are pretty good." "Thanks" Liz replied. . . down the right... up... down the left... and up, ever so slowly to the base of my cock. As she lick up the shaft of my cock, ready to finish me off, she looked at my face, smile, and asked, "Want to cum on my face, baby?"She sweep the hair away from her face and over her ears, readying herself for my orgasm. Her fingers tighten around the base of my cock and my thumb presses down just above my balls. She sidled her face down on me, sucking in with her cheeks. Her mouth partially full with. I’ll give you a little break. Do you know what that means?" Nooo! Please! Don’t hurt her any more!"Meanwhile Vanessa’s screaming had changed to a whining. She cowered on the floor, trying not to put weight on her arse, her knees or her feet. The latter were now in a even worse situation.The rubber-slavegirl had tightly laced shiny red patent leather ballet boots to Vanessa’s bloody beaten feet. These boots not only straightened the feet in line with the lower legs, but bent them even further.