We’ll talk in the morning. Just sleep, Sissy. That’s a good girl.” The crying slowed then faded into a light purr.The alarm was the next sound I...heard. When my mind cleared, I did a head count. I was missing two. Jen and Julie. I didn’t count Sally. She was unexpected, and therefore not missing, even if she wasn’t here, but she was. Wake up, Chuck. I shook my head to clear the overnight cobwebs. “Everyone in here OK? Can I get some coffee?!?!” Nods from all three of them. “Sally, are you going. She screams out loud as you nibble and suck on her clit. You taste her sweet nectar and know that she wants your hard cock inside her tight pussy. She lifts herself off your face and now moves to lay on her stomach between your thighs she starts to lick and suck on your balls once more while stroking your cock. She suddenly stops what she is doing and starts to pull toys out of little black bag . You're are still tied up as you watch her start to pull some things out. You watch in amazement. " Yes and no, rabinya. You are right, yes, slaves need to be reminded of their place but no, you are not being punished because you asked a question. You are being caned because you did not trust your Owner to take proper care of you." She pauses for a moment to let her remarks sink in. I nod my head in acceptance. "How many strokes should you have?"Surely this question was settled between us yesterday in the car on the way back from Moscow? I think for a moment. It is the same problem as. A few glasses of wine and some sauteed veggies later, she was giggly and touchy-feely (you know how they touch your arm), and looking very cute. don't get me wrong ladies, i don't have a "type", i've had women of all shapes, sizes and colors (i'm too ugly to be picky) but she'd lost more than a few pounds since i'd last seen her, and was back down to spinner size. with curves. fortunately i was busy cooking so i didn't have much time to stare at how well she was filling out her jeans and.