He still had not notice how wet I was getting. I kept rubbing my pussy lips over him; whatever reluctance or embarrassment I had felt previously was c...mpletely gone now. I looked down at him and I could tell now he knew I wanted him to fuck me hard.Until this point the whole situation had been a turn on, but now I began feeling my body betray me. For some reason I decided that if I let myself have an orgasm it would be cheating so I had to keep myself in check. While I was pretty clear I wanted. She asked if anyone would mind if she took them off. With no dissenting voice, she did just that, confirming my belief that she wore no panties. She laid back down again, on her back, her finely manicured pussy well featured.Some light banter ensued. Susan was teased a little for being so keen to show off her nakedness, a sight that everyone had obviously seen before. Anne and she shared some anecdotes of the time they had lived together in the house, and one or the other or both had been. It doesn't matter just how bad or naughty I am.It doesn't matter if my being bad or naughty means anything...as long as it was delicious.All that matters is that I am naughty.That's the only reason she needs. The justification for her desires. To punish me. To hurt me. To love me with pain.She leads me down the hallway. Dimly lit with soft lamps, a dark carpet giving way to my heels as I walk behind her. Her hand holds my leash. A thin and bright chain extending to a lock on my collar, black. My name was written on the envelope in Mary Doyle’s flowing handwriting. Inside was a single sheet of Mary’s personalized stationery. The message was short.Flynn Dear,I’ve been a difficult to love old cunt for a while now. You’ve been better to me than I deserved. Don’t mourn over me too much or too long.You are the sweetest man who ever was born on the Emerald Isle. You deserve much better than I ever gave you after the first few years. Allow yourself to indulge in one of the pretty young.