I let her continue to rub her pussy against my wrist and hand before sliding it free. ‘Awww. Come on. I was just getting started,’ she protested. ...��This ain’t your game to make the rules. You’re helpless now. You’re helpless until I let you go free.’ I had stepped up behind her and was talking into her ear while my hands caressed her body. Her tits felt so good as I lingered on the nipples, squeezing the tit and pinching her nipples. She twisted her body against the constraints of the bondage. Wendy instructed Charlie, ?You relieve her whilst I run Charlie home. Try and get that thing on her face down to size. It?s making me wet just looking at it.?Harriet smiled as she glanced knowingly towards me.?Will you be away long???Well Charlie will have to run up a burqua ASAP,? declared Wendy, ?that might take an hour or so. What d?you think, Charlie???I?d have to run up a full burqua outfit. She?d have to disguise herself as a devout Muslim woman. She?d look a bit incongruous with just the. The next step was mental preparation, in which Daphne told him that there was no turning back for him no matter how much he pleaded if he let her make him her play toy. David, who was beginning to be turned on by his lack of power in the situation, said he was comfortable with her taking total control of him and him not being able to do anything about it. Daphne then ordered David to kneel where he was, while she changed into something more comfortable. After a few minutes David was starting to. I reveled in the submissive nature of my humiliation, reduced to the status of a little boy as she paddled me into an obedient, devoted supplicant at her alter of womanhood.She taught me the vagaries of cunnilingus, and I was an avid student. But, it was more than my avidity. It was the paddle. It was my tears. It was the submissive nature of my oral devotions. After she’d taught me to lick her pussy, she’d spent many hours enjoying my similar devotion to her bottom crack and especially to her.