Her husband would spend the night in the guest room.I was willing to have Helena in my arms; but she then told me she was having her period and was no... in the mood for sex.She only wanted to hold each one and rest in that way all night.We put a short t-shirt and thongs and we slipped into the marital bed. We both rested on one side and soon I felt Helena caressing my boobs from behind with her soft hands.I put my own hand over my wet labia and soon my naughty fingers were slipping my thong. No other person may change your programming.Any time you wish something, you may come to me and seek it. Even if it is buried in your subconscious, you can relate it to me. This and all such changes are always done in private.You enjoy being owned, being a kitten. You enjoy sex with me and with anyone else, male or female, I order you to be with. You take pride in your body and your sexual skills.You will continue to enjoy your humiliation at being made to perform wild sexual acts. You will. My cock easily filled the cock cage.The first time I saw Mistress in Qdoba's, I thought she was breasty, but I couldn't really tell through the sweatshirt she wore. Naked, I saw just out-of-proportion her breasts were compared to the rest of her body. Instead of the orange, or possibly grapefruit size breasts you would expect on a slender woman like her, hers were more like cantaloupes. Pert cantaloupes at that. They were certainly nice to look at.Mistress closed her eyes, bent forward, and. Beth could see there was only one entrance into the room, so she stood in full view of it, waiting impatiently for her man to appear. It was only a moment later that she heard footsteps. But then nothing. She frowned. Was he playing with her or was it someone else? Then she heard more footsteps, louder and firmer this time. Trying to ignore her fear that it might not be Jackson she stood with her back to the door. Behind her she heard a sharp intake of breath and smiling she turned. Hands at.