"Always the non-believer," he clucked. "Always the doubter." Shaking his head, he led the two into his den.Jeff blinked when the light turned on, th...n he frowned. "That's it? A gray telephone booth? _That's_ your magic box?" Fred shook his head again. "Okay, smart guy. You don't believe it? Watch this." He stepped to the side of the box, to a panel that looked like an LCD computer display above a red dinosaur paw print. He gave Jeff one final stern glance over his shoulder, then he. One hand straying to my belly and, again, through my clothes, just apply a little pressure, with my fingers, down towards my pussy. I may lift my skirt a little and let the fingers on one hand brush against my thigh. I’m still dressed, although, I may have unbuttoned my blouse by now. I do have sensitive nipples and they play a key role when I jill off. Laying back on the sofa, maybe I’ve kicked my shoes off, legs now apart, skirt further up my legs. I may start to stroke my hairs through my. "Why does sissy need punishment, sissy?" Because sissy disobeyed her Mistress . . . I'm so sorry, Mistress," I whined.Whack! came the paddle down on my bare ass. Whack! Whack! Three times Mistress hit my bare bottom, each seeming harder than the blow before."If you ever disobey me again, it will be far worse for you, Bitch!" Do you understand me?"Mistress then pulled my panties back up, "Now, go apologize to Master Nick for being such a ridiculously cock-hungry bitch and sucking his cock. ”That’s exactly what happened. Buster thoroughly enjoyed the attention and was quickly on his back wanting a belly rub. Nikki told her to watch as she rub and scratched her way down his belly and made brushing touches to his sheath. Going from his chest, belly, brush his sheath, then to one of his legs and back down over the sheath to the other leg. Gradually, he stopped reacting every time his sheath was touched and just lay stretched out. The she moved slower in her movements around his.