I watched in amazement as my daughter drew back the yardstick, and whacked it against Courtney's ass! She gave a yelp, followed by what sounded like a...sigh of pleasure! I heard Courtney whisper for another, and the whap of the yardstick smacking against her ass again! This time she let out a definite moan of pleasure, and with Courtney urging her on, my daughter was happy to administer two more whaps, bringing more moans of pleasure, tanning Courtney's young teen ass with the strokes of the. An image came to her mind of this woman inspecting her photographs, perhaps even before she had been captured. Imagining what? The thought was as appalling as it was stimulating and she wanted to look away in her embarrassment. But Bachmeier wasn’t about to allow her any sort of safety-blanket. Her hand held her chin firmly, ensuring that their gazes stayed fixed on one another. ‘But of course, you were clothed then. I’m pleased to see you’ve become used to your nakedness here.’ Alice felt a. I was surprised that I had nearly let myself orgasm right there in public. If he had continued much longer, I probably would have. My hubby had knowingly played me right up to the edge, and I had let him, even encouraged him, and had enjoyed him doing it. Then, I told Erin that I needed to remove my panty as Ron had asked. She knelt, reached up my skirt and pulled it down. I stepped free of it. She teased me by bringing it to her face and inhaling my aroused scent. When she lowered it, I took. ”“So if you couldn’t watch the video or contact Master, how did you talk to him?” asked Katie.A devious smile formed on Sin’s face. “Cynthia was strong enough to stop me from contacting Master at first. There was so much fear. A wall of it. But when she slept I’d watch the video. In her mind.”“In her mind?” Asked Brenda.Sin smiled. “She has an eidetic memory.”Brenda scrunched her face at that.“It’s like a photographic memory,” Katie explained. “But instead of specific images, you see memories.