After a long working week, it was really nice to dress up, go to a restaurant and just enjoy each others company. With irregular work hours, it felt l...ke we had barely gotten the time to talk to each other for the whole week. We were in our thirties and had been together for a good ten years or so, but we were still very much in love with each other. And that night was date night and I was longing for him and his sexy body! Normally I don’t show much of a cleavage, but that evening I had put on. I jerkconvulsively since I am almost mad because of the pain; my naked body isdripping with agony sweat. I start weeping and crying "I am a sissy slutknown in the net as gunnarsub!" MISTRESS Cagain swings the cruel whip down on my back, ass, and thighs. Please, MISTRESS,please, please, do not whip me anymore." "Who are you, slut?" AAAIIIEEEiiieeeiii, noooo, please, stop, I will say it. I'll say it,please MISTRESS." Suddenly,MISTRESS C picks up a short cattle probe, lubricates the shaft and. Now I know why desire is expressed as hunger - I am starving to take your lovely lips into my mouth and taste your sweetness. I lean forward and lap my tongue, broad and flat, from the lowest part of your lips up towards your clit. Pushing down with enough pressure to have the texture of my tongue tickle nearly the entire surface of both sets of lips. A bit of concern flashes through my mind that there has not been enough tenderness building up to this. That thought is squished out of my head. “Georgie mentioned a few hiccups?” Clyde glared at his older brother and looked to his mother.“Skye attempted a few escapes but together we handled it.”“I handled it, with no help from you,” argued Georgie.“We got her here and didn’t get in trouble,” snapped Clyde. My blood boiled the way they were referring to me like I was an item, an object and not a person. I could feel my hands as they curled into fists and I studied the table. It was a few seconds between the thought entering my head and.