I suck harder on the pink candy in my mouth, the melting sugar distracting me from the wicked heat of your punishment. I wince, but the pain feels swe...t and I find myself arching my back and shamelessly pushing myself out for you further. “Look at you,” you growl into my ear. “You love getting in trouble for being such a bad little slut, don’t you? You’ve been making me wait for this hot piece of ass all night.” I make a small noise, signaling my agreement. The smooth round weight of the. I selected a pink pair with a couple of lace panels atthe sides and elasticated leg-holes. I put them on and they feltdeliciously sensual. Cool and soft on my bottom. Caressing and gentlysupporting my cock and balls. The sensation was a real contrast to theconstriction of the waspie and the gentle but firm grip of my brasstraps. A distinctly erotic contrast. As I threaded the suspenders on therestrictive waspie down through the leg-holes of my silky knickers myerection got firmer and firmer.I. I then release your legs but warn you not to spill a drop from any of your holes. I get you over a bucket and have you let lose all of the piss from your ass, pussy, and mouth. I look in to this disgusting mixture of piss, spit, ash and cigs, and small pieces of your own shit. I till you to enjoy your breakfast and when I get back from the shower it better be gone. I enjoy a nice long hot shower wondering how you are making out. I come back to find that you had actually drank that foul. André cocked his head to the side, closed one eye briefly and used both hands to adjust the very low bodice, pulling it down another inch, noting her pale freckles and smiling. Hart groaned and turned away. Anne involuntarily shivered, afraid to look down."Please, sir," she said rather loudly, pushing him away, her hand in his lacy neckcloth. "I feel like a prize heifer at the county fair." She yanked her dress a bit higher and glanced downward, grimacing at her cleavage, blanching and.