I don’t need those other bits.’ He waved his fingers absently, as though those bits were of no consequence. Nick paused and laid his fingers acros... Joelle’s hand. ‘And I’m drawing again.’ Joelle turned her hand so it was palm to palm with his. She squeezed gently. It was the first touch for fifteen years. The couple sat in silence, each momentarily lost in their own bubble of thoughts and emotions. ‘You’ve lost your accent,’ Joelle eventually remarked. ‘I’ve been wondering what it was … You’re. They couldn’t call her a liar with Harrison there. Harrison kissed her for a while, making his way down her chest and sucking on her nipples. She was a little embarrassed at how small they were, but he did not seem to mind. He rubbed them with his hands and switched back and forth between sucking on one and then sucking on the other. She did not care what she looked like. Though she would have smiled to know that he thought she looked amazing. “Oh,” she moaned, as he bit one nipple between his. I closed my eyes and started to imagine that night, that amazing night. I was shocked to see him stood there watching me, but secretly it was turning me on, exciting. The thought of him watching me made me wild. He greeted me by stroking my pussy, lovingly and slowly but then he slid two fingers into me. It felt amazing but it was a shock. How I wished he could be there, with me in the bath, rubbing my pussy, making me moan like he did. I started to fondle my breast, letting my nipple rub. It felt humiliating, but in a way that made me feel like it was supposed to feel that way, I was in my place only a true sissy slut can feel this way. *SLAP!* 'It felt like I was meant to be her bitch' I thought, as she pulled my panties down to my thighs. "Promise me, your my slut, tell me "I'm your slut Mistress Leanna," and proudly I did what I was told, I exclaimed "you are my mistress Leanna!" *SLAP!* "I am your sissy bitch" *SLAP!*. Again and again I was spanked this time. After a minute.