"On the phone? I didn't hear the phone ring." Of course, she'd been lying here in such a daze she could easily have missed the ring. "It wasn't Mom, I...hope."Skip laughed. "Yup. And when she asked to talk to you I told her you were too busy playing with your pussy to answer the phone. I also told her I'd just fucked you." Tell me another one," Jenny said. "Who were you talking to?" Barb," Skip said. "I called her." Barb?" Jenny frowned. "For what?" I just felt like talking to her," Skip. I lived in a Midwest suburbia, but like many newer subdivisions it bordered on rural lands with small forests and fields. So often I would sneak off to the woods to masturbate, finding a tree to sit against and stroke myself. At first it had just a quiet place to be, but it quickly became something of a turn-on being in the woods themselves. Looking back I may have equated those woods with getting off, and the excitement of going there just got implanted in my mind. Who knows? But I found the. I felt the warm oil bein poured on my ass checks, then her hands massaging it in, squeezing my cheeks as she massaged. She said shes just giving me a massage to relax my bum and that Kendra will massage my pussy to distract me. Then I felt Kenda's hands on me, the oil with the latex felt so good. I could feel my pussy getting wet, wanting something inside my hole. I started moving my hips, Kendra told me I have to keep my bottom still. I felt a finger working its way into my bum, whatever she. So, I repeat my question. Will my Mistress forgive her slave for her gross insolence in caning and stripping her?" If my Slave will promise to cane her Mistress from time to time, then I forgive her for stripping me. The caning was wonderful after the first few strokes. As far as that is concerned, there is nothing to forgive!"They finished their meal and Paula ordered Roberta to kneel so that she might mount her horse more easily. It was a very long way up for such a tiny girl and Roberta's.