When I heard the lock click I fumbled with the clasp of the hated symbol of my submission. With a last major effort I weakly flung it away from myself...I had briefly slept to be awakened by Lisa wiping my forehead with a cool cloth. "Water, food, aspirin" I had whispered to her. Over the next day and night Lisa ministered to me and by the next afternoon I began to feel some of my strength return.Ingrid still lay on the floor by the bed. I had forbidden Lisa from attending to her. My former. After a few minutes I swapped to the other boob, which drew equal results from Tia. But it wasn't enough for me. I need some of that pussy. My mouth went on the hunt again. Receiving a disappointed shy from Tia. Again I planted kisses every where I could get to. All over her stomach. I finally reached her golden glory. "Allow me," she said. She got up off the bed and turn her back to me. She looked back over her shoulder and slowly pushed them down inch by inch. I could see the form of her cute. " Amy lookeddesperately around her, but all she saw was facesintently watching. No one was protesting herpunishment. She pushed the piece of soap into her. It went in easily, once it was wet. "You would beadvised to hold the hose in. Now, Amy, you workthe pump, fifteen strokes or until you are told tostop. If you are not properly energetic, we will addstrokes. Count them out loud." Amy gathered herstrength and will and started pumping, "One, two,three..." Soon it became very. So in her 1′ conservative heels, Molly and I are pretty much the same height. We both come from Irish Catholic families. Except somehow her mother only had three children versus my mom’s seven. I grew up in a house of crazy. I’m pretty sure Molly did all she could not to be noticed in the usual loud mouthed, hot headed, stereotypical household our people often grow up in. But to me, Molly was perfect. Quiet. Shy. Meticulous. Smart. She could throw in a zinger when you least expected it and it.