My repast was interrupted with accusations of complicity with demons and assaults upon Wendy's virtue. These I denied.However, during the discourse I ...dmitted that I had massive intent to have my way with her when she was fourteen. When she was remade a legal adult my perverted soul did willfully admit that, although she was still extremely attractive, and that I could see myself captivated, shackled and married, she had not the attraction of the nubile fourteen year old and highly precocious. Then Mistress introduced her to the crop and with it sweet pain, and the contradiction between the blows of the crop and stinging welts and the sweetness of my tongue upon her slit.With each strike, each moan, each cry, and I like to think each sweep of my tongue Erin was able to reclaim her breasts, to see herself as beautiful. I could feel the small ridges in the soft flesh Mistress had left there still, but most of all I tasted Erin, so full and curvaceous, the perfect counterpart to my. I'm also not any good at patience or waiting.After a while of staring at the ceiling, I roll over and stare at the window across the room. It doesn't make me any more sleepy than the ceiling did, so I close my eyes. If I lay very, very still and don't open my eyes, I can almost imagine your footsteps on the carpet, crossing the room. And if I concentrate hard enough (but not so hard that I break my suspension of belief), I can even feel you sliding into bed behind me. Your body is warm against. She still looked a little hesitant "Goon, you can tell me," I urged."Well, you turn me on. I never fancied you as Matt, but looking like that,and knowing you've got a cock under that skirt does turn me on." She was alittle flushed now, and he nipples were visible through the material ofher bustier."You turn me on too," I said as I moved towards her. I put my hands on herwaist and lent in to kiss her. She kissed me back, her tongue roaming inmy mouth. Her hands went under my skirt, feeling my.