"In your words, Mistress Satin, what did babysissy do?"Mistress Satin gathered herself up, breathed and then stated, calmly, "Goddess Chanazine, babys...ssy snuck into the bathroom, lowered her diapers and used the toilet to defecate and piss, despite knowing that this was explicitly against the rules that were determined by her Mistress, myself and You." And who takes final responsibility?" I do, Goddess Chanazine." Yes. You do... You do indeed."John Phillips watched, mesmerized and befuddled.. "Think about this, my husband is having his make-up done whilst wearinga dress and you think that me being half naked in front of Jess is a bitbold. Get a grip."Jess burst out laughing. "I'm sorry that was rude, but Victoria doeshave a point. Can I help with your make-up and hair as well Victoria?" Jess, that would be great and in the meantime she (pointing at me) cango and put a couple of pizzas in the oven. We should eat somethingbefore we go."When Jess was finished I went to the kitchen. I slide my hands down to you hips and under you, squeezing the cheeks of your ass firmly. Suddenly you feel my breath brushing your soft, curly hair and you hold your breath, trembling and waiting. My strong hands lift you up to my mouth as I finally kiss your mound of curls. You lay stretched out and helplessly, willingly surrendered to me as my strong hands hold you against my mouth. The pressure of my kisses moves across the flesh of your mound, pressuring your clitoris on and off. You. It was like a larger, more crowded, more lit up, more neon, more exotic and more futuristic version of New York City.However, my school and its surroundings were a far cry from Shanghai’s towering, glass-plated buildings, Lamborghinis, and grandeur.As I rode in the carriage of a bullet train, I was amazed at how fast the train traveled. It was as if it glided supersonically, flying over the tracks, was propelling like a bullet shot towards its destination.However, gazing out the window, I was.