Wendy was probably in her early forties. Slim, dressed casually in shorts and a tee-shirt wearing thongs. Now I should point out, for the sake of ou... readers in other parts of the world, here in Australia we call a type of basic casual footwear ‘thongs’. In New Zealand they are call ‘jandals’ in other places ‘flip-flops’. In this case, clearly, ‘thongs’ do not refer to an item of female attire.In addition Wendy had obviously been working on her tan. She had her hair in a simple pony. I never intended to harm you. I crossed boundaries because I didn’t know they were there. There is one thing I know though. The lust is in you too. You pretend to be a lovely girl with high morals when deep down you are a dirty whore. You just don’t want the world to hear it.You pretend to be something you are not. I know that a girl like you has deep dirty desires. I have felt it in your gaze. When you look at my body. I know what goes inside your brain. You are a whore a slut a bitch and I. "Yes darling Chris I am with him now, would you like to speak to him?" Yes please." Here he is." How are you doing James?" Chris I'm doing ok, Karen is washing me at this moment, Ohh, she is busywashing my thingy now." I smiled at that and so did the others at thetable."I asked, "Do you like it?"James said, "Ooh yes its nice, so how's it Florida?"I replied, "It's great, our new Aunt Mary has bought a lovely mansion forus all to live in."James said, "Well it will nice to have an Aunt, I will. A set of nipple clamps now dangled from her leather digits.A deep burn on the right, a sigh escaped. Clamp attached.Leather glove...smacking me across my cheek. jolting me again."Not another whimper from you slut"The left now, she was skilled. With conviction my nipples burned. A gentle pull tightened them greatly.She snapped a leash onto the chain"Come"I descended down the stairwell in her porch. Following her ever so gently so it doesn't burn as much. Trying to match her the tap of her.