"Annabelle Lee, please take that small button between your slick thumb and forefinger and squeeze it ... hard!"Annabelle Lee squealed suddenly, as if ...ome stranger had, at that very instant latched onto the trembling bud of her clitoris and squeezed it. I gasped in surprise when I saw a small gush of pussy juice emerge spontaneously from in between the parted lips of Annabelle Lee's sex. In reality, of course, Annabelle Lee had only rubbed her clitoris, not seized it at all."Frig yourself. She wanted to know if I would be open to coming back later that night. She had an appointment book for 9pm with a very rich, very handsome, very kinky client. She told me that her client Marcus told her that it would be a huge turn on to have another man help her massage him. He told her he had never fooled around with another dude before but the idea really turned him on. She explained that she thought I might be bisexual since I loved my ass played with, and loved eating cum. I am bi, but I. In the kitchen I poured myself a generous glass of chilled pinot gris, then retired to the bathroom to luxuriate with my wine and my thoughts about how I would spend tomorrow with Sue-Ann. The fashion store to which I planned to take her, “Pour Elle”, had survived the devasting earthquake that had laid waste to much of central and eastern Christchurch, thanks to its western suburban location. True to its slogan “For Her – Whenever, Wherever…”, it carried clothing appropriate to a wide range of. Two red lines appeared on the fleshy buttocks; Mildred watched them turn white, then red again and she squeezed her thighs together and rocked herself back and forward, tightly and tensely, as though she was experiencing great excitement. Her hand rose again and the whip slashed down, cutting the skin, drawing a streak of blood from the victim's bottom. Mabel squealed again and the sound seemed to increase Mildred's excitement; she rocked herself more quickly, slashed down a rain of blows on.