" I replied. "Really?"she asked. "Yeah, really."I said. "Good." she said."I need to lay down." I said. "Me too." she replied. My cock was getting very...hard. I got under the covers then she soon joined me. She immediately cuddled up to me. Her breathing was elevated and she seemed to be flustered. I could feel her little nipples on my body as she layed there.We began talking. I found out a lot about her things that made our bond we had even stronger. It was almost like we were a lot alike, and. "Get your sissy ass up in the air bitch!" master whispers into my ear. Islowly raise my ass off the desk and plant my feet once again to receivemy remaining 3 strikes of punishment. Finally he has finished. I neverthought my ass could hurt this much as I stand there bent over his deskcrying uncontrollably into my gag. After what feels like forever but musthave only been a few minutes I feel a cool lotion being rubbed onto myburning cheeks. "You took your punishment well slut," Master tells me. George thought about dust for a few seconds (she possessed a busy mind): its applications, its random formations, its texture. Then she directed her field of vision to the table, and to the thing that rested upon it. George liked to look at things from all sorts of angles, and from all distances, but the thing on the table could only be looked at in surprise. It was head-shaped and head-sized, and it looked… well, it looked like a head. The observer’s eye had no problem with this. It saw the. ” She adds doubtfully. Linda now has her arms wrapped around my neck and is running the fingers of one hand through my hair. I can feel her breasts press into my upper back.“Hey you’re here.” I remind her, “And it works for the guy in the story. They end up back at his place I might add.”“By some miracle. And then what?” She asks, while starting to run her hands down my chest, “You can’t figure out what happens next?”By this time Linda’s hands are down my stomach and her right hand found.