"Like the close up show of me masturbating?" you ask me. I tell you not to stop masturbating and carry on stimulating your clitoris. All the time tell...ng you that your pussy tastes beautiful. Your breathing gets heavier as you build up to an orgasm. "Lick my clit faster." you say. All of a sudden you stop masturbating as an orgasm rips through your body flooding my mouth with your sweet juices. I lie there and swallow every drop of your pussy juice. You rest for a while then stand up and. Whilst standing there, waiting, I reflected on how things have changed since last year when I stayed for 6 weeks at Holly’s house and of course my Auntie Sarah. What started as a spanking I wanted, became several spankings over the six weeks, and since coming home a permanent regime of being spanked when misbehaving. My Mum has really taken to the strict parent role and I can’t tell you how many times I have been turned across her lap. Forget that I might enjoy the afters. She spanks even. I was given my key-card and a 'good day' and made my way to the elevator. It was one of these brass-and-mirror-jobs that look like they are keeping two cleaning ladies busy all day. Never the less I was somewhat surprised to see two Hispanic ladies in aprons and white gloves busily working away in the elevator. One - middle-aged-ish, short hair, fat - was shining brass on her knees just by the entrance.I pressed the button for the top floor and waited till the elevator was between 2. and 3.. She was completely naked and her body was twitching and her nipple bells rang from not knowing what was going to happen next. She thought I'll never wear those bells again because that was all she could hear in the room. Her nipples started twitching as she felt a hand playing with the bells. The hands began playing and pulling on the earrings Mr. Hunter had given her. A hand began to travel all over her naked body, forcing a finger in her vagina and then her ass and finally placing a finger.