I assumed, rightly, that she wanted to visit my flat again.When I arrived, she beckoned me in, pointing down for me to kneel beside her.‘Slave, my g...rlfriends and I have been thinking of things I want to do at that nice flat of yours and we’ve thought of a couple of good scenarios. One will involve them all coming round. That will be alright won’t it, Slave?’She knew I would say yes, and I did.‘For my visit tomorrow,’ (her visit tomorrow wasn’t an option) ‘ I want you to get a dozen bottles of. Anne struggled and tried to articulate, but only managed to get more of his piss on her tongue and feel the strength of those who were holding her down.At last, his bladder vented, he knelt astride her body, knees either side of her, his cock still hanging out of the blue suit. She turned to stare defiantly at him, then, wished she hadn't. His tongue stuck out of the mouth hole of the balaclava, it seemed more obscene than his cock had. But, that wasn't the problem. A hunting knife had been. But my real life called me back to reality. We quickly agreed on our next meeting, and chatted a few times in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I referred to her as my Sweet Little Bitch. Working to play up the DOM thing, I swung by the hardware store to buy some thick cotton rope and a new utility knife. That's me, always the kidder, but the reaction I got from Joni totally surprised me. I arrived at her house on our second play date much earlier in the afternoon. I. I looked at her but her eyes were closed, and as I watched, I saw him stroke her bottom, then ease his hand in between her thighs.My daughters eyes flickered momentarily, and his hand moved in and out of her. I felt as if I should stop him as it looked more like sexual abuse than an internal.Seeing the concern and the agitation on my face he smiled and said, 'Should not be long now', then he looked at my daughters bottom as he parted her cheeks and just put his finger all the way up her bottom,.