’ Then I go down on one knee in front of you, my hands roaming lightly over your thighs. Your breath catches as my fingers find the elastic band of ...our panties, and I begin sliding them down, making you lift your ass up momentarily. As I tug your panties down across your knees, and then off of your ankles, you squirm in your seat, and I can tell that you are already getting wet. Your womanly scent fills my nostrils, as I lean forward to kiss your mound. My beard tickles you as my lips move up. I knew she would never miss a chance to belittle me in front of Jennifer. Whatever the case, one thing was for certain - no way was I wearing the included ensemble. I carefully removed the plastic bags and brushed a lint remover over my clothing selections and once again felt a small amount of pride at my cleverness. I had managed to hit enough thrift shops and other such stores on my lunch hours until I had assembled the type of outfit I really wanted Jennifer to wear - wholesome and healthy. ”“Giving the wrong answer won’t get you what you want.” But I had to do something. As her hand continued to work inside her knickers, I hauled her breasts out of bra, leaning over to clasp one between both hands and close my lips round a nipple seeming trembling for attention. What little blood hadn’t flowed to my cock now went straight to my head.I straightened up, placing my hands on her shoulders. Karen gave another of those exquisite, seductive sighs. “Winston and Julia,” I said. “Which. .. I see it has a fully shaven cunt ... we’re you aware of this Joan?” “I must admit I was Master Sean, but only through feeling it” “And was it wet Joan” “Yes Master, I think it’s cunt began throbbing and became wet when it entered the playroom and first saw Gina suspended in there”During this exchange Sean’s eyes were glued to those of Karen Taylor rather than her cunt, where beside obvious embarrassment, he was pleased to also see a fiery anger from a woman not only humiliated and angry at.