For all the good it’ll do.Will felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but he ignored it.The driveway came into view. No cars were in sight, and both gar...ge doors were closed.I figured Rissa would be back by now. I ... should go inside. Right?Will backed his car into the drive, parking to the side of the garage. He left the doors unlocked, hefting his backpack and overnight carryall bag and making for the the front door. His steps were steady, but small, as though his body was trying to delay. "Yes mistress," said Edmund, still looking at the empty box."Now close your eyes and do no peek." ordered the Queen to which Edmundobeyed.Edmund could feel something brushing against his fingers, and hisfinger nails. Whatever it was it felt as good if not better then theTurkish delight.After a few minutes he was ordered to open them.Edmund looked down at his hands. His nails were longer, a good 2 incheslonger and painted red. They looked perfect. He had seen his sisterSusan have red nails. Then he gave her a playful swat and unlocked the latch on the pillory, raising it up to let her out. Chelsea stood up, her face reddened from her blushing. "Thank you, Professor," she said looking down at her feet. "Miss Bell, if you have nothing to do, I could use help bringing these things home. That is, if you want to," he said. "I would be happy to help you, Professor," she said. "Good. It will save me several trips bringing all this to my vehicle. And we can talk on the way." And with. I pull my mouth away from hers. "Lay down on the loveseat." She obeys without hesitation, laying back and spreading her legs. I take two fingers and slowly side them into her wet pussy, looking for her g-spot. I know that she's never been really pleasured by fingering, as she told me that her boyfriend is under the impression that shoving three fingers in there and fucking her at the speed of light is what feels good, when it's actually just uncomfortable. I grin as I find her spot. Slowly, I.