Did I imagine it, or did you use the word cock-bitch?''Ehhh - yes, I might have done...' I kneel, holding on to Kelly's perspiring form, my head resti...g lightly against hers. Dubious sex-talk is somehow the least of my worries right now. Kelly seems to sense my renewed mental turmoil. 'You okay?' she whispers, as her breath returns. 'You okay, sweetheart?''I...I... Oh holy God, Kelly,' I moan. The rest I can't put words to. She holds me in a prolonged hug, but it only adds to my sense of shame.. ANOTHER EYEFULBeside the road,The peacock fansHis tail, full of eyesLike the sequinsOn my shemale gown.THE BLOOM ON THE ROSEThe sky at sunriseAnd sundownBlushes like my cheeks,Pink with promiseThe way my buttocks areAfter they've been spanked.BLASPHEMOUS PRAISEA dome may rivalThese man-made tits of mine,From time to time,But nothing in nature can,For my breasts were madeNot by God, but man.LOVE BITESI lie motionlessWith practiced patience,Awaiting the stingOf the fleabiteUpon my bottomOr my. Anderson wants to ask you a few questions," his wife informed him."Of course, Mistress Tate." He turned to Heather, who was observing himcarefully, and curtseyed to her. "What would you like to know, Ms.Anderson?"Heather smiled indulgently. "Your mistress tells me you're quite a goodmaid."He waited silently for a direct question or order."She says you keep a diary. May I see it?"He stared at the floor in horror. His Maid's Notebook containedintimate secrets, including the punishments he had. As she was kneeling with her knees apart her lips were pulled open and my finger traced the furrow from the firm nub of her clitoris down to the soaking, hot opening to her vagina. I let my forefinger slip inside her while I cupped her mound and let my palm press and rub against her clitoris. I moved my hand back and forth, squeezing and rubbing, entering and exiting, then removing my finger altogether and letting it slip round under her to her tight, slightly prominent, anus. I dallied there.