"One of those ways."She groaned. "AI, do you..." Stan!" Pogs interrupted."Fine." She rolled her eyes. "Stan, do you know the local time?"Chastity eyeb...lled the position of the sun, then pointed up the beach. "North is that way." She looked at the beach-goers again. "We're not going across the beach, are we? We look like perverts in these coats." No no no," he answered, "not perverts, fishermen. Keep cover straight, Pribbs! But not walk on beach, beach boring. Up and along boardwalk. More to see. “W-What are you doing, Ken?” she asked in a childish voice.“Just giving you kisses, is that so bad?” “No.. I just..” she tried to say as I began to kiss her more.Nothing was going to stop me. I inched my hand down her side and laid my hand on her soft stomach, slowly running it up her shirt, feeling her breast in my hand. Her nipples were hard. I knew it. She wanted it.. I lift her shirt over her head, throwing it on the ground. I sit there staring at her innocent body sitting on my bed, with. Instead, I climbed on top of Mary in a 69 and placed my cunt over her face. The blindfold was too bulky for her to be able to eat my pussy, but the scent of my cunt juices made it obvious to her that I was not Fred. (I was quite aroused by what had happened so far and what I was doing.)I licked up and down her slit, from near her anus to her clit, paying extra attention to fucking her with my tongue and to stimulating her clit. After a few minutes I was rewarded by a massive orgasm sweeping. "Todd winced, knowing this would cost him in punishment, very soon."Uttering the forbidden word... NO!" Mistress Elizabeth continued. Todd cowered, hearing the word from Mistress' lips, already feeling pain from the word itself. Pain she had conditioned into him, as a Pavlovian response. His mind refused to remember the extended whippings, the repeated shouts of the forbidden word, his cries and whimpers -- it refused to remember, but the pain was there. The aversion was there. He could not.