..a bit more red then it already was perhaps? Tell me it's so...Do you wash yourself in there Laura? Do you soap yourself all over, and do you use you... hands Do your hands glide over your body, just they way I think (want) them to do. So terribly erotic? Do your hands caress your nipples the same way I think they do? Is that a soft moan I hear, or is my mind playing tricks on me and does it let me hear what I want to hear? I hear the sound of slippery feet on the shower floor, are you opening. Breathlessly, she looked down at his head held in her little hands as she pulled the hot lash of his strong tongue deeper inside her and it swirled around the clasping walls of her desire soaked vagina. It felt so wonderful she hoped it would never, never stop... but, it was stopping... he was withdrawing the instrument of her pleasure from her... she looked up at him, suddenly aware again of the humiliation of her position and the way he had debased her."You're nice and hot now, honey," he. She'll knot me up into the most contrived positions and spank me and probe me and prod me and - worst of all - ignore me for hours, and my response will be "More, please!"If she dresses me up for one of my punishment parades around the streets of our French Quarter home, I'm embarrassed and debased, but I'm like a puppet on a string: I'll hang around for more.I crave this cruelty. I can't help but feel a rush. Last night, all night, I was shackled facedown to a punishment stool in our dungeon,. I began to fuck her with my new artificial prick as my own still useless caged one dangled beneath it. All the time Lauren moaned as i thrust my shaft in and out of her. Then Mistress told me to withdraw and present the cock at Lauren's mouth. She eagerly took the member into her mouth and i was happy to then fuck her mouth with it.Just when i thought Lauren was going to get all the attention , Mistress approached me and ordered me to bend over in front of Lauren. Mistress was once again.