I then blind folded her and turned her around. "do you want your nipples pinched"? I asked. "yes madam jay", she replied. So I pinched her nipples har..., to get them perky enough to put the clothes pins on them. I slapped the slut around a bit before pinching the clothes pins tighter and ripping them off. "Do you like that bitch"? I asked. "yes madam jay" she replied with a tear in her eye. I then pushed the dirty cunt to the ground and ordered her to lick and suck my feet. She did as she was. Ruth had to lead her from one place to another, had to force her to eat and do other things to keep herself clean. It was only when Elizabeth was being fucked that she was happy. Then she was alive. Then she was happy. Then she would smile. Her white arms and legs would encircle some dirty, battle-worn soldier and she would pull forcefully at him as though she were trying to draw the whole of him into herself.Ruth did not kid herself for a moment. The very word psychology would have had little. " For what must have been 10 minutes she caressed every inch of my body with her fingers, lips, and tongue--every inch that is except the most important inch! I was so aroused I was trembling uncontrollably. I even had a little mini orgasm without ever being touched down there. I never knew I could feel so edgy without direct stimulation. By the time she finally did slide her tongue over my tummy and down to my clit I was so hot I came immediately, hard and long. But that was only the. I placed her down on the seat, and I undid my robe, and tossed it over the arm of the sofa. Her eyes grew large as her hands went to her lap, pressing tightly. I reached out and caressed her hair and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. I could see a tear trickling down her cheek. "I know you're frightened Marge, but you don't have anything to be afraid of, dear. This is real, it's good, and you'll never regret it, sweetheart. You're going to have lots of pleasure and you're going to be.