Emily Barrington – Em – my teenage best girlfriend, that is, best friend who happens to be a girl, and as close as friends could be without so muc... as a snog or an adolescent fumble. Em is a year younger than I am, but we were both school friends and swimming team mates from the age of 10 or 11 to when I dropped out from the club at 17. (Since girls tend to go through puberty and mature a little earlier than boys, the year’s difference had never been noticed, in fact most people had thought Em. "Pat snapped back, "I didn't hear you, my little cunt."As my eyes sank to the floor, I answered louder, "Yes, my mistress."Pat pulled up her skirt up sans panties and spreading her legs said, "I want you to eat me."I rose from the overstuffed chair and positioned myself between her legs. I had to obey her. After all, she was my mistress. Positioning herself on the edge of the sofa, she pulled my face to her cunt as I lapped at her juices. I heard her ask Angelique, "Do you want her to eat. Once it quit hurting he decided to pull it off. My legs are very touchy to start with and he made that hurt to when i teared up. Once it was over i was ok. PART 2 He had me chained down on my back with a anal plug in and A wireless bluet vibrator. and left me there to deal with it. The big part is i was not aloud to get off at all i had to hold it back. I can say I was ok till he deiced to help. Decided to rub my clit as well it i got really close then stopped. Witch made it a lot worse. Then. I might be subconsciously hiding something from myself, but terms like “making love” do not seem appropriate anymore. No, “fucking” is the word that best fits the bill.)Of course I should have known better than to trust the great British climate.By the time we neared Peterborough conditions overhead had changed significantly for the worse. It had become more like a nuclear winter than any sort of summer. By the time we reached Wakefield it was raining heavily. And, by the time we reached my.