The angel knew my name but didn't recognize me the first time it saw me, so that means God wanted me for you, right?" I haven't discussed it with them... but I'm sure I know what the answer is. Archangel Michael explained some of how angels work - which I'll show you next time you come. God created angels as independent creatures so they do have freewill, but they're also part of God and He knows what they're doing. I get the impression that when they're doing something important, then God is. "Now girl time for some punishment with the slipper thistime.........what was your first count of the knickers?" .......4....Mistress" 1.."....WHAP!.."2.."......... WHAP!.."3.."..................WHAP!.."4.."........... WHAP!"I think I prefer my hand...much more personal.....and what was yoursecond guess?" 5.....Mistress" 1.."....SLAP!.."2..".........SLAP!.."3.."..................SLAP!.."4.."...........SLAP!.."5.."............SLAP!"And how many were actually hung up girl," she. Once all the cum had been drained, she moved off of me. “Get on your knees in the armchair, just like the way I was fucked,” Sally said to me. Both Sally and Alison had stripped all their clothes off by this time. I got up, feeling drained but relaxed, I knelt in the chair. “Now, fuck his arsehole,” Sally said to Alison. Alison put her cock at the entrance of my arsehole and pushed slowly against it. I missed that feeling. Her head popped past my entrance and she pushed and pushed until she. " He slips a finger inside. "And so fucking tight." Just as I did, he kneels before me, mouth level with my pussy. "I wanna feel you come on my face." Without warning he attacks, roughly shoving the flimsy material of my panties aside to make way for his steamy-hot mouth. I gasp his name, knowing I should keep quiet, but teetering on the edge of damnation anyway. My hands shoot down to grip his head — for both my balance and my sanity. He tilts his head and laps eagerly at my opening, probing.