I suppose I was afraid it wouldn’t work - or that it would. But my curiosity was getting the best of me about why it worked, so I pulled my little t...ol kit out of the drawer and took the back off the remote to see if I could locate a processor or a memory chip, maybe learn it from the inside out.When I pulled the back off, I was totally dumbfounded! It was empty. I mean, I could see the little knobs on the underside of the buttons that were supposed to activate the sensors, but there were no. ”I take riding crop and snap it against my hand and you jump with attention.I run the crop up inside your thighs, now spread your legs just a little.I give your ass a quick snap and tell you spread them a little more.I pull on your leash and pull your head back and ask you. Tell me, do you like the feel of that, tell me you want to be a whipped CUNT. Once your legs are spread wide they are chained to your shackles spread and mine to do with what I please. I take the leather tip of the crop. .. er... like your dress," I found I had said, before I realized how clumsy it sounded. I seemed unable to control how much I needed to be close to her, to talk to her, yet couldn't actually trust myself to do it properly. "Oops... sorry... I shouldn't be so forward." She just laughed. "Thats OK, please be forward... I just wish my husband would say the same!" Now it was Claire's turn to blush. "He barely looks at me nowadays." "And that's because of... the bump?" I said, again looking at her. I noticed for the first time that she was wearing high-heeled pumps. Her orgasms were coming like earthquakes now, one huge one after another, squeezing my cock, sending cum messages to my whole body. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and jammed my middle finger far up her shit-chute. She screamed, and continued her string of orgasms. I was ready to cum. She cried out as I pulled my cock from her steamy cunt, and she let out a yell of surprise and passion when I jammed myself into her ass. My cock.