The look on her face changed, and I think she knew what was about to happen. I reached out for her clitoris once more, this time taking it between fin...er and thumb right away, not giving her a chance to build into arousal. I rubbed it very firmly, rolling the little bud around, and watching her face. "I think we need to get a clip for this clit, one with teeth. Maybe that will keep it from controlling you so much. Would you like that, slut?" Yes, Master. This slut will wear whatever you attach. We’d been married a year now, and things had been going really well. I loved him dearly, and he loved me. ‘Do you have a first name Mrs Foster?’ Mr Harrow asked. ‘Megan.’ ‘Megan … nice name,’ Harrow surveyed the room as he sucked on his cigarette, ‘how on earth did a pretty thing like you end up with this piece of shit?’ Harrow nodded towards my husband. At this point in the proceedings it felt like an excellent question. I wrinkled my nose at the detective and looked at Eric who was still. With that as lubrication, I work my thumb into her ass. Gripping her hips I fuck her ass with my thumb and her pussy with my cock. She is so small my hands completely cover each cheek. Her lips are stretched tight over my shaft. The lips go in, and out with each thrust. It is so amazing to watch. I can feel my cock with my thumb. Breathing hard Cindy is pushing back at me each time I push my cock into her, trying to get all of me she can. She is telling me how good it feels, over and over. I am. This was asurprise in itself - or was it? As a child (s)he was inquisitive; likeall of us at that early age we learn by trying and touching and thetouching led to the discovery of the softness of women's lingeriecompared to the apparent roughness of male underwear and clothing.Discovery and delight changed from touching to wearing, and now she wasrealizing there was nothing wrong with wanting to wear that kind ofunderwear.---Robert and Samantha had left the house and walked towards the nearest.