Back at the plush main-house, he made himself another tall one and slumped into a chair. If only he didn't have that godamned heavy gambling debt to B...vino hanging over his head, he could concentrate all efforts on Susan... and maybe get a piece of her daughter Nadine as a bonus. Hell, there was no question in his mind but what she had a case on him... and that little minx was nothing short of breathtaking. But it was Susan he wanted for keeps; he was clear in his head, about that; she flipped. Apart from the odd car, truck or tractor, they pretty much had the road to themselves. Ian smiled and thought to himself what a lucky guy he was. Even though Fran was in her mid 30s with a couple of kids, she still turned heads. Her long wavy red hair framed an oval face with blue gray eyes that stood out with their brightness. Her breasts though starting to sag just a little, were still quite pert and firm and the nipples still sprang to attention at the slightest touch. She often complained. Ellie quickly reached as full an erection as the permanentlyriveted cage would allow. Straining at the steel rings, Ellie felt Tiffanycarefully insert a talon tipped finger into her ass. That was too much tohold and the driver shot her load into the sissy's warm mouth. Afterquickly redressing, the two went their separate ways to clean up beforeseeing anyone else.The FundraiserEllie pulled up in front of the art gallery. A similarly tuxedo skirtedsissy opened the door so Tiffany and Gabriella. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from.