I tried whipping her again then as I rested again I tried adding a sunburst of clothes pins to each breast and around each nipple. I tried to get one...on her clitoral hood but it would not grip very well.That's when she wanted to speak, no begging to be released, just for forgiveness.My shirt was wringing with sweat, It tore as I pulled it over my head and I threw it into the corner, that's when she asked for forgiveness, She had bitten into her own lip to stop from crying out when I removed. I hadn't dealt with that much since I'd begun studying atHarlan.I braced myself for more of that, but forced the smile I knew I neededin the courtroom. "Yes, I'm Cameron Sylvester. I'm supposed to moveinto my apartment today?"Her face looked inquisitive for a moment, typed something in hercomputer, and then looked back at me. "Umm... No one told us you werea Little?"I bit my tongue. "I'm not a Little, I'm legally a Mid, but my sizeisn't going to be a problem in renting? That would be. Her arse was taught as she sat, her rosebud poop hole stretching against her fingers as she felt between it and her clitoris.Her palm pushing against her smooth soft mound as she dipped one, then two, then three fingers into her sodden excited hole. She was in her own world of sexual bliss as she lost control of her bladder, still fingering herself as she pissed into the toilet. She pushed a wet finger, as far as it would go, into her arsehole, frigging herself with it has her palm pushed hard. Rebecca called and invited meto visit her and Mark in their new house and discuss possibly continuingwhere we had left off after they moved to Washington, DC.When Ms. Rebecca invited me to visit her and Mark in their new home, I wasso eager to be in their presence again and the three long years ofloneliness was forgotten immediately. I was unable to sleep for the nextthree days, but finally Saturday arrived and I dressed conservatively in apolo shirt, short, khaki pants, and a pair of deck.