Now it is time to fuck.” I pulled back slightly and our lips were almost touching as I said, “Yes, now is the time to fuck.” Nipping at her lowe... lip, I asked, “What do you want?” “I want to feel your hands on my body and your mouth on my skin. I want you to kiss and lick every inch of me. I want your cock buried deep inside me. Fuck me until I can take no more.” She murmured. My heart raced with the promise of lustful desires fulfilled. This was why I was here. Soon it would be over, but I was. I could see from your face you did not want to stop sucking my husband. A short time later, after a few more drinks we all sat around the room telling each other how beautiful we had found the whole experiences and evening. A little later and a few more drinks you asked if Kevin had ever thought about anal sex, which took us by surprise, you said that it had never entered your mind before now. My husband said yes he had thought about it but it was one step to far for him, I suggested that. The torture and humilation you suffer will be limited only by my imagination, which is to say, not limited at all. And even though you know how much suffering a phone call from me will mean, you'll pray every morning that that day will be the day I finally call, since I'm the only way you can get relief from your unimaginable sexual frustration."She leant over me and made an ajustment to the timer-controlled handcuffs. "Why don't I give you a few extra hours to think about it", she said.It was. Whatever her respect for teachers or for white ladies, Belle was in charge.Marjorie, at least, was still “Teacher.” For example, Belle said, “Could you check the stove, Teacher? It needs to burn hot, and that means it needs to burn fast. If it’s burning up the sticks, can you find more?” Marjorie knew where the Warrens kept their firewood in the kitchen; she fetched more and threw one more substantial section of a branch on the fire.Deborah was “Dear.” “You can’t be modest, dear. There are only.