Thank you, Mistress." Here?s some more heat for you," and she returned to a paddling thatcovered every part of my pantied bottom, with occasional blow... deliveredto the back of my upper thighs." The sharp, burning pain soon had metwisting my middle against the table as far as the ropes would let me.The tip of my cock touched the bottom of the table as each blow of thepaddle caused me to move a few inches forward and up, and between blows,I was able to rub against the table.Stopping after. Trying to imagine what I would look like in that shiny mask. Probably I would not be recognized at all. I would no longer be a woman you would desire. I would be an object that is only there to serve your lust. The thought triggered something in me. I could not yet clearly define what it was. It took a few days before I could bring myself to really buy the mask. I still felt uncomfortable spending so much money at once. I was afraid that I would not like the mask. Actually, I was very sure of. Then I put my hand under her skirt and felt her nice round ass cheeks. Anita suddenly burst in laughter.I asked her what was so funny. Ana just said I would see.Then I reached round the front, finding her thong was soaking wet. I put my fingers inside her thong and rubbed her bald pussy, parting her sweet lips. I rubbed her pussy up and down.I pulled out my hand and smelt it. I was sure it was semen…I felt angry and asked Ana about this fresh semen oozing out from her swollen cunt.Anita smiled. I deduced from their studied avoidance of each other that she and Margaret held a long-term antipathy.One afternoon just before Easter 1973, while Em was suffering from bad period pains, I took Lady H to an afternoon matinee at the Odeon in Cambridge, and then on, to an early dinner at the University Arms."Is she good to you, Jill dear?" She asked me over lamb cutlets, and a rapidly disappearing battle of Burgundy.Her questions were always frank and frequently disconcerting, and I found that I.