I’d mess up on purpose just to get paddled,” he admitted. “Tell me everything,” I whispered. We talked for another half hour during which ti...e John detailed his submissive desires and experience with mistresses and dominatrixes. I understood all too well because I loved the same things, only I had almost always been dressed as a naughty schoolgirl who was being punished. Since I was a slut, my mistress would try to fuck the lust out of me, which of course only worked for a short time. But. ” Bella looked concerned for a moment. “You also haven’t mourned properly.”Alene rolled her eyes.“You deserve to mourn,” continued Bella.“It’s fine,” said Alene.“It’s not fine. This is wearing you down, you need to take a break some time.”Alene let her sisters voice drift into the background until it had molded itself into the barrage of pop songs and lame, early morning radio presenters. She watched as Bella’s mouth moved and formed words, but she didn’t hear anything discernible. She was a. “I’ve got to suck that clit of yours, baby,” she said, wiggling down between my legs. I felt her fingers spread me open. I could see my clit sticking up nice and stiff for her, and I watched her lips form a small O as she sucked it between them. With the first flick of her tongue, I came hard. “God, Angela,” she said between slurps “it’s like you’ve got a little penis down here.” I wanted to say that’s what everyone thought but I. His cock is a bit longer than mine, with a real heaviness to it and I can see he’s pulled his balls out of his trousers as well. As he’s pissing he asks if the wife had enjoyed herself, flashing a cheeky smile at me. I said she had, apart from some dirty old bastards on the dancefloor. He laughs and shakes his head, then holds out two of his fingers to me and says ‘Here, smell these’. Im not really sure what he’s on about but lean over and sniff his fingers. ‘Can you still smell her on them?’.