She spoke calmly but forcefully, insinuating an edge in her voice implying immediate discipline if obedience did not follow the words. i immediately...stood, my head bowed, looking at Her boots, my hands behind my head, resting on the end of my slavehawk strip of hair. Mistress Jennifer was what some people might call a mannish woman. She was tall and strong, with a brownish blond head of hair kept short enough that it never got in her eyes when she rode or fought. Her body and clothes. “I also know that your boss’s children aren’t sick and he’s been using you for sex for some time now. It’s what’s landed you on the naughty list. In fact, you’ve been there for some time now thanks to your relationships with other married men.”“Wait, are you claiming to be the real Santa Claus? News flash pal, I’m a lot too old for fairy tales.”“I am the real Santa Claus, and I’m here to offer you a way off the naughty list.”“What’s in it for me?”“Aside from a merrier Christmas, how about a. " That got a few laughsbut they subsided quickly as everyone craned forward for the main event.The slave stiffened. It was hard, if not impossible, to read her bodylanguage, trussed the way she was. Not that it mattered.With Molly watching more avidly than any of the others, I raised the cropand paused. Then I swung, bringing it down and sideways, so that itlanded hard on both of those tempting hemispheres at once, eliciting asharp though mostly stifled yelp from under the hood. I. I started by running my fingers over the soft fabric of my panties before pushing them between my pussy lips. I could feel my panties getting wet and fast. At that point, I decided to take it a step further and slide a finger into my tight wet pussy, but only the tip; I was going at it with my clit. I slowly started to rub it in a circular motion with deliberate strokes of my fingers. It's at that point that a low moan escapes my lips. At least, I thought it was soft, but apparently, it wasn't.