It hadn’t taken me very long to get it where I wanted it, but it was surprisingly life-like. I put my pencils behind my ears and carefully detached ...he finished sketch from the pad, tilting it so that Dr. Spencer could see it. She arched an eyebrow in surprise at what I’d done and allowed me a small smile.“I hope this makes you feel a little better,” I said, passing the sketch to Samantha. It was a drawing of her, but it was barely recognizable. Her hair was loose and flowing with an orchid. Pass the soap, please.”Over breakfast, I mentioned, “Did I tell you the Ellen show called Peter asking if you’d be a guest?”“Really? Why?” she asked, stuffing her face with scrambled eggs.Smiling at her innocence, I told her, “Because of your song.”“Oh.” A moment later, she said, “I don’t think I want to be on television. I’d be too nervous.”“I think you should do it.”“Why?”“So you’ll know what fame is like. You’ll know if that’s what you want.”“No thanks.”“So, how sore are you?” I asked.Amelia. My Mistress sat there gently flicking at the weights with her finger, causing them to swing and bounce. Each jolt sent a stab of pain through my cock. I tried to plead with her. She gagged me with her dirty panties blocking my words. Only my muffles escaped. She got up from the bed and moved around behind me carrying a long rubber vibrator sheath and a small, four-inch vibrator. She turned on the vibrator and dropped it into the rubber sheath then dipped the end of the sheath in a jar of. “bend down” the voice behind me said and I happily obliged showing off my thong clad arse to the old guy, “Mmm, what a lovely arse” he said and then I felt his hands starting to rub the cheeks before his finger started working up and down my crack and between my legs. I glanced in the mirror and saw that he had taken his cock out and was rubbing it while working his finger on me, he was starting to get very hard and the tip of his cock glistened with leaking pre-cum. My eyes closed as I enjoyed.