“Ooooowwww, Mistress...”Emma was relentless. The hand below Jess’ crotch continued to move the vibe back and forth, back and forth. Each rub fel... like a cattle prod in her crotch. No, that wasn’t really right. But she didn’t know what it felt LIKE. But it hurt. And still felt good in a super-hyper-sensitive way. But it mostly hurt.“Ahhhh, unnngghh,” continued Jess’ groaning but it got her no relief.Jess thrashed and suffered through for quite some time. Enough time to recall a Mistress named. “Better? Baby.” He whispered as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, soothing her, he knew she wanted this there just a few things she couldn’t deal with and that was fine. He knew there was going to be a problem, that was the reason why he didn’t want to have sex with her, he didn’t want her scared.Bailey nodded and she ran her hands up and down his chest, she loved his muscles. She adjusted herself, getting as lower as she could as she leaned down and kissed him once more.Cody groaned as. ." she began to say when a guard suddenly appeared behind her and grabbed her by the arms. She twisted in his grip to look back at me, "You're not alone, Harry. You may think you are but you're not. Even in here. Even in this wonderful place. This is just the beginning. This is only the start of everything. Remember this when you go back!"She gave a grunt as the guard lifted her off her feet. I took a step forward to try and help her. "No, don't," she said with a smile, "I'm alright. I'll be. "I'm almost sure she caught me wanking myself, but apparently she didn't care.The horn blared for the fourth time."Well, I better not keep your father waiting," she said, smiling with those bright, red lips.She slammed the door shut and I went to the window to watch my dad's Cadillac back out of the driveway. When I saw their taillights disappear around the corner, I dashed up to my parent's bedroom for my weekly fashion show.My step mom's jasmine perfume still lingered in the room, as if it.