First she needed to be sure Hannah wouldn't change her mind. Dropping to her knees, Laura's mouth encountered Hannah's belly as it sat, a ...uge dome rising from her body. She kissed and licked her way across its distended surface, stopping to toy with her belly-button, stuck out like a third nipple. As she nibbled at it, she dropped her hand to Hannah's groin, gently feeling around the plain cotton panties that covered her pussy. "Oh!" cried Hannah as. The seventh was on her carmel milky thighs, the room filled with a girly piercing scream. She bit her lip, tears rolled down her face but she would not cry. The eighth rocked her and she bent down in pain, quickly rising back into position, her eyes were wide and she was breating hard. 70 strokes, 62 to go, that was impossible. Bad girls recieved 10 or 12 but 70!? Her thoughts were interrupted by a stroke to the soft place where her butt became her thigh. She leaned down to the bed arched her. I stared at the erect naked form before me, she was too overweight to be beautiful I thought but her curves would do me. My penis strained as she rubbed her hand over her pussy and between her legs, her fingers were dripping wet with pussy juice.I pushed her face into mine and forced a long kiss on her. It was an assertion of dominance. Her tongue was in my mouth. Breaking it I stared into her hungry eyes. "Get down on your knees," I ordered.She complied once again. She looked up at me. She was. It seemed that every punishment he dreamed up for this strange and lovely creature, she would accept and probably enjoy in her way. Was there no way in which he could punish her? Perhaps … if he were to banish her or deny her? Banishing her from him was unthinkable. And denying? Perhaps, when he grew more experienced in the art of Mastery, then maybe he could master himself sufficiently to keep her in heat for a few days, tease her and make her whine and plead for his attentions. But for now,.