I looked up at her. ‘Don’t you like this Elizabeth?’ figuring it was ok to call her by her first name since she was standing in front of me buck...naked. She blushed. ‘Well, the thing is, ummmm no one has ever done that to me.’ I looked at her surprised. ‘No one? Not even your husband?’ She looked at me with those electric blue eyes with embarrassment and wonder. ‘No not even my husband. I thought men didn’t like to do that.’ ‘Well you were sadly mistaken because some of us love to do it.. "Leaves fire trails..." she said slowly, referring no doubt to the sensation. I continued this for a while, then shifted to the tops of her arms. She seemed to shift her weight toward me to give me greater access. I was so stoned, that the last thing I could have done was rush, but finally I shifted my weight to nuzzle her neck (which she seemed to lean into, giving the slightest hint of a moan.With trepidation, I shifted my fingertips delicately to my mother’s breasts. She shuddered, but did. Sides of the casket and saw a couple small latches, which he fiddled with until they came undone.As he opened the lid, he immediately noticed that his girlfriend was being buried barefoot, her toe tags still on her feet, pressed between her toes and the silk lining of the foot of the casket. More peculiar though was that a strange black bag had been placed near her right ankle. A closer look on it though made him certain he didn’t want to open it. It was her viscera bag (though he didn’t know. Adam would never run or disobey the Sisters. He was owned now, body and mind.“SING ME A SONG, BITCH BOY!”WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK“AAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”Jessica grinned as the melody of suffering reverberated through her dungeon. Adam let out a few more pained yelps. The scalding wounds across his buttocks were finally too much to bear. Spittle drooled from his mouth and tears leaked from his eyes as he conceded to her will. Jessica tossed the whip.