Please don’t torture me anymore. I can’t take it.??I’m afraid you have no choice. You must face up to the consequences.??But Sir, my breasts are...burning from the caning and the current.?I drew close to her and took her hard-as-acorn nipples in between my fingers and tweaked them slightly. ?Aahhh!!! Hurts!!?I drew my face close to hers, and then whispered into her ear ?They might hurt a bit more when they feel the kiss of the whip, Rita.?She gasped at my almost limitless cruelty.?Master?? Her. When he was ready, he asked me to remove the robe. Here was the moment of truth. I took a deep breath, then slowly undid the sash, and let the garment fall from my shoulders. My heart was pounding. My nipples were rock hard. I was dying to cover up and race out of there, but I fought the urge. I was totally nude for the world to see.The artist was speechless. I don’t know what he expected but I could tell he was happy with my body. He stammered a bit, then regained his composure and. When I asked about her parents she said they had taken a flight to Cuba to visit with relatives there so she could spend the night if I would like for her to. I smiled, and kissed her to give her my answer. I opened the windows in the bedroom which had better ventilation because it was a corner room. Then we lay down on the bed and smiled at one another as we began to chat. She commented that the milk I gave her tasted better than the milk her parents bought at the grocery. Then she asked if I. He didn't look too thrilled, but he wasn't resisting. I began moving my shoulders in a sensuous way. I ran my hands up to my chest and cupped my breasts. Jesse watched me without expression. I brushed my fingertips across my nipples, bared by the peek-a-boo holes. My son's eyes followed my motions. I played with the shoulder straps a little and went back to tweak my nipples again. I didn't know what else to do so I moved to the next stage.I stood up and swayed my hips a little. Jesse probably.