Her face was bright red.“Please wait I can explain. I was just collecting everything and I… it was an accident.” I didn’t know what to say. I ...anted to run. Just run as far away as you can. I knew my father would skin me alive. I’d be sent to some non-de*********** military school he sometimes threatened me with. My life was over.“Please” was all I could mutter. “I’m so sorry.”She pulled the panties from my hand. “Why” she asked. “What’s wrong with you?” She seemed to calm a bit.“I don’t know.”. You’re the cock I use to satisfy my pussy.”So it was like that. David would be extremely submissive, allow Angelica to strip him, position him, penetrate herself, fuck herself on his member and then finish. It mattered not to Angelica if David climaxed but if he climaxed before her and began to wilt before she had finished herself, she would chastise him, berate him and exclaim that he was a disappointment.It sounds like psychological torture. And yet David went back every time Angelica told. There were no mourners, because you wanted it that way. Just me and the priest and the pallbearers from the funeral company. You remember? It was an Autumn day like this. The breeze was coming off the lake, and there was a tang to it, a smell of cedar. I thought this would be a good spot for you, with the lake so near. I remember the stories you told about summers with your family, how you sailed boats on a lake like this."Southern California wasn't like this. Too dry, always too dry and hot.. ‘Here it comes.’ It vibrated against Bailey’s nether lips, gently stimulating her already dripping pussy. Ginger let it tease a little longer, tickling along the edges of Bailey’s slick opening. ‘Please, Mistress, please!’ Bailey begged, lifting her hips to attempt to get the device inside her. ‘See?’ Ginger pulled it away. ‘It’s not your choice anymore. I control your pussy, and through that, I control you.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Bailey responded, disappointed. She let her butt back down onto.