"Oh fuck you are needy. Come on. Focus. Suck on my fucking fingers." The slave-girl pulls on one of Ashley's nipples to keep her on track. The pain ba...ely registers in her mind. Ashley can feel layers of warm ecstasy pouring down from her chest into her cunt and ass. Again the vibration pushes her engorged lips tightly into the leather chastity belt, humming against her tormented clit. She tries to focus on the girl's fingers. Their warm, sticky, delicious coating sending nasty thoughts through. "You always were a sucker for a sundress," she said. "But this really got too small on me." Nevertheless," I replied.She slipped it over her head and reached for her panties. "Just the dress," I said. She looked at me with a smirk. I signaled her to stand near me as I picked up a pair of scissors."What are you going to do with that?" she asked.I reached over and pulled her top button and snipped it off. Then I did the same for the next two. When I stepped back I saw the swells of her breasts. In retrospect, I now understand that our relationship developed at a pace that Bobby established out of respect for me. He never denied me anything, but he would not move things faster than he thought they should go until he was convinced that I could handle things.”“Sounds vaguely familiar,” Rockie grinned. “Please go on.”“I remember teasing him shamelessly for months, trying to make him see that I was ready to do anything with him, that I was completely his for the taking, but he wouldn’t. And he did not ask for onions. Ketchup and mustard, that’s all these burgers need!“MOM!!” he shouted again, his fuzzy ears flattened in annoyance, his cat’s tail jerking back and forth against the wall with impatience. Thump. Thump. Thump.“I’m coming dear, I’m coming!” his mom answered, her heavy breaths as she climbed up the stairs to her son’s room to the 3rd floor. It’s certainly a long trip from the kitchen on the ground floor, his mother always in a rush to tend to her boy’s needs. She.