“More, faster,” I asked with a moan. He pushes three fingers inside, slowly at first with an increasing pace. I love getting finger fucked, and h... was good at it. It wasn’t long before I came all over his hand. He withdrew his fingers, I felt him shift on the steps between my legs. I thought he might be leaving, but I was wrong. I felt hot moisture on my clit, and realized he had replaced his fingers with his tongue on his mission of torture. Slowly licking and sucking my clit, he ran his. But Jaime had never replied. It was odd. But some womyn were just flaky. It couldn't be helped. The key was to identify the flaky ones and use them appropriately. At the very least, they could be examples of the horrors that the patriarchy had inflicted on womynkind. Like those poor, misguided bimbos at The Wiggle Room. They were too far gone to be saved. They could just be pointed out as a warning: don't let this happen to you, Sisters!Some of the Sisters were starting to wiggle in their seats. This is something I have always wanted to do and being with you…….. I think I can," she said. “You tell me what you want to do and I will do as you wish. I am yours, that is if you will have me,” I stammered out. Tyssa started to strip me of my clothing and she guided me onto the bed. I let her do whatever it was she wanted to do to me. I ended up being positioned across the bed on all fours with my ass up in the air. She had taken velvet cords and tied my hands and feet to the four corners. " he said and got off his horse. "Your poor little feet must be killing ya in those shoes. Git up on my horse!He lifted me up by my waist effortlessly with his strong arms onto his horse. Then climbed up himself. I was in front of him and could feel his jeans and flannel shirt up against me. It felt safe and warm up there with him. He was a wonderful horseman and guided the animal up through the trails. He talked to me about how he loved being outside in nature. Things like that. It felt good.