I pulled off the t-shirt I wore, freeing my braless breasts, still perky with youth despite the fact that I was forty-four. There were definite advant...ges to being permanently eighteen! Seans eyes latched onto them as he slowly fucked Emily and a happy thrill tumbled through me. Off came my pants and panties, and I ran a finger through my blonde bush. Emily blanched when I crawled on the desk, sweeping off papers and pens, and spread my legs in front of her. I cant, she protested. Im not a. Here theemphasis is always on femininity rather than pain.However, women completely control their men both physically andmentally. They control our bodies, our activities, our appearances, mensimply answer, "Yes, Madame or Mother" and do as we are told to do.Most go somewhat willingly if a little reluctant because they aremainly submissive anyway. They know deep down in their heart that theynever would have made it in male world as a macho man anyway.Others go not quite so willing. The founders. We’re married to our living with conventional men who would approve of our loving other women. Many of us have brought the same companion for years, I had one of Miss Sandra’s other girls, but she chose to get married a few months back. So now, I’m taking you.’ The event was elegant and held in a large, secluded Lodge that the women rented for just this event. There were around 100 women there, ranging in age from mid-20’s to early 40’s, most of them quite lovely. Lucia was told she could. She squirmed and he could hear a faint groan slipping from beneath her now open lips. She tried to move slightly, but the pressure of the other two savages' hands held her tightly in place. She was becoming quiet now, and her movements were not one of escape or fear but of reflex from the torturing touch of his hands and breath against the softness of her secret genitals.Julie Davenport tried to still a rising moan she could feel building deep, deep inside her throat. The sudden lessening of.