I continued finger-fucking her till my arm was tired from the hard work.Pulling my fingers from her cunt, I immediately stuck my face over her vulva, ...nd wriggled my tongue at the entrance of her fuck hole. Using my pointy nose against her clit, and my tongue as a spatula, I managed to drink most of her juices. Feeling the rest dripping down my chin and over her backdoor, I carefully inserted a slippery finger into her well-lubricated pincher.This seemed to be the trigger that sent her over the. And when she asked if I touched my privates for fun, I wondered if she could read my mind.I shrugged, grinned foolishly and nodded."There. You've got the right idea. There are so many things a girl can do for fun that we don't really need men. Know what I mean?" Yes," I said, aloud this time. I felt like Spyder with a 'Y' was becoming a friend. I don't know if it was my thrilly or just a feeling of closeness with another girl with secrets like mine, but all of a sudden I just wanted to touch. I had to promise though not to tell anyone else of our arrangement not even Sean. I am now thoroughly ashamed of this blackmail but I was after all only eight or nine years old at the time.So it was then that I came to view their regular Saturday night disciplinary punishments for the next few years. During that time I also witnessed them both being tied down on the table and whipped so severely that their whole bodies were criss-crossed with lashes from the variety of leather thronged whips. She told me next week was going to be her treat and no blindfolds were to be worn. Our play night had finally arrived. I was told to have a wank, shower, wash my ass, get the strap on out and lay it next to the bed. I could not wait. She was late but finally arrived home; she had company with her. “This is Ann,” she said. “I work beside her. Is my bath run? She is staying over tonight.” I shyly nodded and mumbled, “Hello.” “Have you followed my instructions?” she enquired. “Off.