Over our link, we shared the sensations of penetrating and being penetrated. This joining was one of love, not lust; there was a component of lust, bu... the primary emotion was love. In the spirit of love, we began to move to give each other the physical pleasure that comes from sex shared by two people who are in love. Over our link, I sent Clara my emotions and the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her, and she sent me the feelings of my cock sliding in and out of her and her. Your mind is catching up to the thoughts within. Wanting to feel that touch, wondering what it would feel like, thinking how a hardened cock will fill your hand as you slowly stroke it. Milking it producing the precum, rubbing the tip across your tongue getting the reaction of the cock pulsing in your hand, the tip bumping into your open mouth which you quickly close around the tip. Tasting for the first time......The feel of it against your lips, the firmness as it slowly disappears into your. When she returned she was also carting a short ridding crop. She gently wiped her slave private parts with it cleaning all the wetness. Then placing it aside she moved behind the girl and ordered her to stay flat on her back with her legs wide open. Obeying her wishes, Kadija placed herself in the designated position. Abby took the crop and gently brushed Kadija’s private part with it, then raised the tool and with powerful force landed it exactly on her cookie. It hurt so bad, that Kadija took. It made her wonder if she might not be adverse to the suggestion, assuming she’d had someone who was willing.“Not even Frenchie?” Rizzo asked.“I don’t think she’s that kind of girl,” came Sandy’s reply.At that, Rizzo burst out laughing. Sandy asked what was so funny, but the dark-haired girl couldn’t stop long enough to answer. Finally, she managed to come to grips long enough to say, “Well it wasn’t the guys who gave her the name Frenchie.”This time, Sandy immediately understood was Rizzo was.