.. but not yet. I ease my hand between your legs. You let your thighs separate just a little. I slide in further, feeling the silk covered lips of you... labia. Oh, you are so wet. Your panties are already soaked. I press harder and your panties ease up between the lips. I find the nub of your clit and make tiny circles around it. I feel your legs buckle just a little. You grab my shoulder for balance and your nails dig into my skin. It hurts so good. Your wetness soaks through the crotch of your. My engorged cock was bobbing in time to my heartbeat it was so hard. I suppose that’s all the answer she needed as she stepped inside. The first kiss was a breathless affair as our bodies came together. I could feel her sturdy body slide up to mine until we were pressed right together. We kissed for a long time under the hot streaming shower, running soapy hands over each other. Her legs were strong and her stomach flat. Her ass was fine, tight and muscular. I explored her anus with a soapy. ‘She looks just perfect,’ she said: ‘the perfect feminine slut!’ Everybody else nodded knowingly as she stepped forward and put a collar around my neck, attaching a thin silver chain to a hook on the front of it. ‘Now for your surprise punishment.’ She said: ‘We’re going out for a drink at the local pub.’ I couldn’t believe my ears, they had to be joking, and they were winding me up and trying to scare me. They were succeeding too. ‘You will obey our instructions to the letter, slut. Don’t. Also,none of the events or people in this story are real. They are all figments of my imagination A few years had passed since Robert Scott attacked and almost murdered Clementine Kingston. His lawyers were crafty, using maneuvers and plea bargains to help him escape prosecution, they’d managed to buy time to find a way hoping to help their client receive a minimum sentence of five years or less. His lawyers insisted that his actions were not his fault. The fault lay with a faulty system that.