"What is happening?" she cried dropping themirror once again.This time she fell to her knees and peered into the mirror from above,the child was again...looking back, but she was smiling, the child movedher face close to the mirror, and Patricia followed like a reflection.The two faces were just inches away, separated by just a sheet of glass,they stared at each other, perfectly in time, Patricia couldn't believeit. "Oh my Go..." Two hands sprung forth from the mirror, grabbingPatricia by the. "That's so good."She murmured something unintelligible he took to mean she heartily agreed."No while I have you at my mercy," he said, dipping his finger inside her, "I want to fuck your ass. So turn over for me."A look of fear crossed her face, but it was mixed with an expression that told him she kind of liked some fear like that. She bit her bottom lip trying to make up her mind."Now," he commanded in a deep, powerful voice. It was not in her nature to resist that tone and she quickly turned. It's nearlyimpossible to buckle the ankle straps when you can't bend over easily.Sissy basics, but I still mess that part up almost every time.My nipples rubbed across the fishnet across my chest and poked throughthe holes now and then. It was intensely frustrating, as Mistress hadgone to great lengths to make sure my nipples became super sensitiveand particularly perky, too, which makes work difficult when thoselittle things decide to get excited as they brush against my shirt. Ithought that. And so far, he hadn’t disappointed. He was a good slave, a quick learner, knew his place, his purpose, to please her. And he was cute. Lewis was wiping around her foot now, his head down, his eyes focused on the job. She loved that about him, everything he did, he did it to his best, even the most mundane of things she requested him to do. She raised her foot towards his balls and pushed gently. He stopped wiping and looked up, those grey eyes submissive, reminding her of puppies. .
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