I climbed on top of her, and reached around underneath her stomach and unbuckled her belt. "You are under arrest," I told her. "What did I do?" she a...ked. "You've been a bad girl," I explained. "You should probably be punished." "Yes, I have, and I deserve to be punished," she confessed. I wrapped my fingers around the waist of her pants and panties, and pulled them down just below her ass. Then I slid backward, almost entirely of the car. I leaned forward and licked her right ass cheek. She. “Don’t be embarrassed, there’s nothing wrong with that. I just wasn’t expecting it and you came in my nose. Master has cum on my face before, but I have never gotten it up my nose,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll just have to remember to not breath through my nose next time, because there will be a next time. I’m looking forward to it.”I set Hope down and she went to hug Samantha. “I’m still sorry, I should have warned you but I’m just figuring out most women don’t cum like that. Most of my. We exchanged some tired jokes, the sort of jokes that help the victim to get through some of the worst parts of the torture at first. It?s all a game of course, nothing else than one big mindfuck: Even while she thinks she is resisting and doing well, especially if she finds that her humor is helping her, it all just leads to total despair and hollow darkness and eventually to the inevitable breakdown. When she was all bruised and the electric shocks had softened her up enough I began with the. She would spend hours picking out just the right high heels to wear and would be dripping wet with excitement by the time he arrived home. As they would eat dinner together or watch television, Jenny would present her embellished body to him in less and less subtle ways. The further she pushed it, the hornier they got. She would reach over him for something, waiving her huge tits near his face or absent mindedly adjust her stockings, being sure to give him a view of the dark tops at mid-thigh..