"Just be a good little syn." He ran his fingers down her spine, over her ass, and slipped them between her legs.Renee shuddered as they entered her sl...t. Even though she knew it was pointless, she clamped her thighs together over the hand, trying to get it out."Now, now," said Claude. "None of that." He easily kneed her legs apart, removed his hand, and undid his pants.The soft sheets bunched tightly in her hands as his manhood brushed against her lower lips.Just let it happen. It'll be over. ”“That doesn’t exactly seem like punishment, does it?”As much as I want her to use the crop on me again, I find this foreplay of submission even hotter and at this point, she can punish me however she wants to.“Maybe if you hit me harder, miss,” I reply, which elicits a low laugh from the other woman.“My naughty girl likes to be spanked. I’ll tell you what, let’s make a compromise. Get on all fours, darling.”It doesn’t take much for me to put my hands on the floor, but I move away from the foot. She sighed as his fingers continued to tap away at the keyboard, but she knew he had an important job and was proud of his commitment. At least his job allowed him to work from the comfort of his home where she could keep him company. A pile of her pen and ink sketches lay scattered over her lap, she picked them up and put them down on the floor – unable to feed her creativity any longer. What she needed was another way to entertain herself for the time being until Daddy took a break to eat or. There were tablesaround the floor and a low stage to one side. Seated at the bar andtables were figures all too familiar to The Cerise Comet. As theyturned to eye him he was horrified to see such foul felons as ChillBill, Hotfoot, Tat-Too, Dough-Face, and the ever sinister Mask Master.Simultaneously, Cherise was tickled to have so many male eyes on her.Destiny Dark went straight to a table in the corner where severalfemale crime figures sat: Frau Feline, Queen Mother, Harlot Quinn, andthe.