I began to feel increasingly desperate anduncomfortable. Before he began the ticklish torment howevermy Master took some lotion and began to massage i... into my skin. The rubbingsensations quickly made me forget my apprehension and and my thoughts turnedonce again to my sexual urges. He picked up the vibrator which had fallen outwhen I made the trip from the chair to my current position, and graciously heforced it back inside me. To hold it there he placed me in some tight sexyblack panties. To. I could imagine sucking her nipples and stroking the ebony contours of her stomach before descending to her epicenter.“So what did you do for Mothers Day?” I asked. In that region, every female over the age of seventeen is a mother.“Nothing,” she said, leaning back so her breasts looked out at me from the confines of another white top. “Just relaxed. Made lunch for the family.”“They let you cook them lunch?” I spluttered for comic effect. “How many kids have you got?“Two sons, four grandkids,”. Some the things you wear hide that a little bit, but I see it every time I look at you. Rachel wraps me back in her arms and we kiss again. I whisper to her, Thats the only thing about making love in that position that we just tried that I miss. I love kissing you when we make love. Rachel whispers back, You mean have sex. No Rachel we never had sex Ive always made love to you. I love you and I always try to make sure you enjoy every second that we make love. Rachel whispers her question, So. Maybe make her bleed a little.My object of choice are thumb tacks, and my first target are her nipples. However, I want to be smart about it and not risk her getting an infection or something. That means disinfection. That means boiling the tacks, and alcohol for Anna’s skin. Pointing out that kitchen-work is for women, and that the boiling is therefore her task earns me a raised eyebrow for my snark. But she takes the tacks and heads for the kitchen. That leaves me to pop over to the pharmacy.