You are a good, god-fearing woman so why are you doing this. Betty was bad enough, but she's almost your daughter. Is that why I'm so wet? I wondered... She's the same age as Samantha. No, that couldn't be it. Mary and Samantha were so different. Samantha had raven black hair, not the enticing auburn of Mary, nor did she have Mary's enchanting green eyes. Our her delicious lips. It took me a moment to realize that I had leaned over and captured those red lips with my own, hungrily nibbling at. ‘Remember all this now, because I’m going to burn this thing before your father gets home!’ Mona’s mother had written about the heretical, exotic volume, hidden in the attic after it was found among the belongings of a deceased bachelor uncle years before. In the railroad coach, blonde Jefferson, in a jacket and tie, his hair freshly cut as it had been the day they met, slouched in the seat. Mrs. T. Jefferson Payne, feeling very grown up in heels, stockings, a lavender suit and pillbox hat with. .. humili..." The words died in her throat. She groaned softly.Scott and John continued to watch her as they licked their dry lips lustily. "How does it feel now?" Scott said edging closer.Nena's breathing was quick, and shallow. "It ... it ... it ... feels good, but ... please ... don't humiliate me any ... more." She began to suck in her lower lip.Mark knew she was losing control. The entire weight of her breasts were now suspended by her hard, stiff, elongated nipples. Perspiration beaded on. Aimee reached out and touched her arm saying, “Morgan it is not as you think. Your husband and the man he was owned by, and I mean that in the strictest since of the word. This man you say your husband was infatuated with, actually controlled your husband through fear and threats of abuse, which he doled out at his whim. To us, a Master is someone we please not because we have to, but because we choose to and want to. Can you look at my collar and read what is says.”Morgan did as asked and.