"Whatever Misstress Heather desires."Inge was impressed. "Ooh! What a good slave you are." She tossled his spiky hair, then slapped both cheeks at the...same time."You have trained your slaves well, Heather."Heather just nodded her head. Acknowledging the obvious."Cecil, I know my desires are paramount. But if I had no opinion, and left it up to you, which would you choose?" The paddle, mistress." Why?" asked Inge."I like the way the paddle wraps around me, like a searing blanket."Inge took the. Our sessions still started with her pussy, but it became clear the focal point was her ass. I would apply more and more pressure until her breath was coming in sharp little grunts and she finished with a low moan.Finally one week, I got daring, and I slipped just the tip of my middle finger into her ass as I massaged her. Once again the results were astonishing. She started panting and bucking her hips, and I'd swear she was trying to get my finger deeper. So the next week, I obliged her. My. "Well maybe some diplomat types." I counter.Nimrod starts his dry laugh at me. "You are not safe." It can not be that bad." I say feeling put out now that they are teasing me. Saul gently takes my hand and rubs it. "Not bad love, just not what is expected." He points to the table and gestures for us to sit. "We should know that by now." Saul adds. "That and Catherine has been saying it is your fault. She was confused as anyone when they showed up."I cock my head to one side in question,"They?". "Oh, listen, Amy, this Earth-bound man can talk just like us. I can hear him right in my ear." Don't be silly, Amanda, he is bound to us because of the house. You can touch him and hear him. We are just as alive to him as he is to us. Don't you remember the spell of house binding that we cast those many years ago?"The girl on Harry's lap rubbed her soft, round ass cheeks against his quickly rising cock. He cupped her bare, beautiful nipple and breast with his hand and leaned forward to suck the.