I want to get a good look at your equipment." I complied immediately, part of me being eager to show this fantastic creature what I did have t... offer in that area. I had gotten plenty of compliments last evening and this morning about my equipment from men who knew a thing or two about a male's genitals and what they should look like. My captor added her comments to the mix. "You are definitely well hung. I wonder if you know what to do with that kind of equipment. On second. Although i had left my life of servitude behind me the feelings of wanting to submit and to serve still occasionally made their feelings felt and i had accumulated quite a few DVDs on the subject of Female Domination and related subjects.which i used to watch when i was alone. I asked her what she had found and she told me that she had gone into the garage looking for a screwdriver a while ago and it was while she was in there that she had found ‘something interesting’. The garage was indeed. Pam's pubic hair is so light and fine that it is barely noticeable and hides nothing. Her wet slit seemed to wink at me when she'd bend over. Her clit hung from between the lips like a tiny cock, just begging for someone to walk over and kiss it. She waved that pink flag in my face one second too long. I went over, knelt behind her, and planted a wet kiss right on her clit.Pam shot upright and spun around as though a snake had bit her. She looked down on me like I was sick, saying, "Jerry, what. "What's troubling you?" Sister Agatha pressed; she was not one to give up easily.Mia's plan had been to reiterate to Sister Agatha there was nothing wrong, but before the words could leave her lips, she burst into tears. Sister Agatha had been a teacher at St. Christopher's a very long time. She had been teaching when Angel was a student, and this wasn't the first time a student had broken down in front of her. When Mia began to cry, Sister Agatha pulled Mia into her arms and held her, patting.