“Only my finger,” came her shocking reply. “What!? I shouted, taking a verbal double-take.“When I masturbate with my dildo, I put lube over my...asshole and stick my finger in. I love wriggling it around in there whilst I’m fucking my pussy. Hey don’t you dare tell anyone about it. Please Arthur,” she said.“Of course not Charlotte. It’s just between us,” I promised.With my free hand I spread one of her buttocks. I saw her pink hole was nice and clean. I quickly dove in and started licking her. "Hit me a lot harder." I pushed my hard cock on her face. I pushed the red bulb to her lips, partingthem. "I'll decide when it really hurts." And I barely brushed her genitalswith the leather. And then, again. A whisper. A feather. Tears rolled fromthe corners of her eyes. "Make it hurt Daddy," she whispered in that littlegirl voice. "I love you, Daddy." I nodded. "Okay my Darling Daughter." And I raised that belt up and pulledit down as hard as I could right across her bare, pink crease.. Her long skirt fell over my head and I found myselflooking up at her panties. It was dark but I could still make out theblack silk decorated with little white skulls.I started to run my hands sensuously up her legs but she grabbed the,pinning them over my head."Mhhh, that feels nice Stevie but I'm in control now," she said, looping asoft cord around each of my wrists and tightening them above my head. Igave a little tug, testing the bonds and wondered, briefly, if she'd beena girl scout. A part. "Thank God," I replied."I'll just introduce you to Mrs. Howe, and then hopefully we'll be out ofhere," said James.----At the center of the function, Mrs. Howe stood like the sun, with all ofher black acolytes radiating from out around her. Gingerly, James and Itiptoed up to her.... more so me tiptoeing because of my high heels. Ithought about how sexy my legs felt in my black pantyhose, and my tightdress. I caught myself using my hand to casually brush back my bangs,adjusting my hair. I.