He kept one hand on the back of my head to ensure I didn’t get away and the other reached down to grope my breasts. He pushed his hand inside my fli...sy top and managed to push my bra down. I had one breast on display and he was squeezing it much too hard.He withdrew from my mouth, he wasn’t hanging about. He pushed my top right down and got the second breast out. He was mauling them roughly. He pushed me back, hoicked my legs up, pushed up my rather short skirt and virtually tore my knickers. Which accounted for the reason why I had never previously seen them together. When we reached my place I took her straight through to the kitchen, suggesting that she make her calls from there, while I got the coffee ready, and I admit I had an ulterior motive in suggesting that. To use the kitchen phone Helen would have to sit at the breakfast-bar, on a stool, and in that position I hoped to have the chance to snatch a few glimpses of her marvellous legs, that I had until then, only seen from. .. you could have told me. Then I tried to stand. OW! That’s why. Yes mom. Those parts haven’t gotten much exercise. Oh ... blood on the thighs. Yes mom ... I have did the dastardly deed ... finally! 22 ... yup about time.The smell of good coffee assaulted my nose and I was suddenly starving. It was like I hadn’t eaten in days. I wanted ... breakfast ... Eggs, three ... over easy, cathead biscuit, maybe two and redeye gravy. No ... just one biscuit ... but a pile of hash browns ... yeah .... “You don’t have to continue with Amy. I can find someone else to help you work-out in the morning.”Melissa felt an enormous weight lifted off her. Gratefully relaxing, she took a depth breath. Before she could agree, however, she stopped to think about what he had said. It was true that in just a couple of days, Mistress Amy had taught her an amazing amount about how a formal submissive behaves, in addition to giving her some of the weirdest and most punishing workouts she could ever.