My fingers feeling their way around her butt, onto her brown cherry, down, over the perineum and with a playfulness, into her open, wet vagina. My mou...h and fingers explore every inch of her womanhood, her breathing becoming more shallow with each prod, rub, kiss and lick.I stand again, my fingers in her, my arm supporting her, and we kiss, a long lingering kiss, where I share her essence with her. “I am not going to last much longer if you keep this up,” she says breathlessly when we break our. I was on the point of begging Blanche to allow me to see the noose again; I would rather have been despatched than go back to Cherie, her mother was truly in complete and utter control of me. As I looked up to her she smiled down with dominant satisfaction, dressed in black lace and chiffon; a black corset holding her waist tightly, her pussy on show through fine black lace panties. She seemed to know exactly what was going through my mind, as my lips parted when I looked up at the supreme. "He usually comes back in the morning about ten."Cal laughed. "That's a lie, baby. I saw him drive away with luggage in his car."Then he looked her up and down. "You never told me your name." Ellen." Nice name. Who's the girl in that picture on the dresser?" That's my daughter. She's away at my mother's place and she won't be back for another week."Cal smiled. "Then it's just the two of us, isn't it?"She looked away. "I guess so."He ordered her to get her robe off. He said he wanted to look at. As always, I was sick with worry, but I knew things would be okay. They always were. One night, Joeys parents rang our bell. My dad opened the door. Joe, Marge, how are…. The smile crumpled off Dads face. Joeys father shoved a paper into my dads hand, and ushered his crying wife onto the sofa. Hon, Joe and Marge are here. Come down here now, my dad called up the steps. Mom rushed into the room, and saw Dad reading a telegram. Joeys parents were holding each other. Oh my God! Mom wailed, and.