She had gone down on me at the time, and she certainly knew what she was doing. She was better than any man I had ever been with. Now my tight wet pus...y was throbbing even more fantasizing about her tongue rubbing over my clit.He can tell that I am fantasizing about something else by the way I am humping the mattress and moaning.“What is it my filthy whore? What do you want?”I suddenly feel a warm liquid over my back and my ass. I realize he is pissing on me.“You like that don’t you? You are. "Is there anyway, I can talk to the Queen and get her to change her mind.I think I would rather be in prison."He was told "You already agreed to this and now it is too late to changeyour mind. Now stop acting like a little girl and take your medicine." Also, starting tomorrow, we will begin lacing you up in a corset. Thatwill enable you to have a nice girlish figure. Also, we will startrubbing your breasts with a special ointment that will enable you to havea bust of your own without. My eyes return to the screen as I feel a warm glow in my cheeks that I’m glad he can’t see. We both reach into the bag at the same time, his hand lingers before his fingertips tickle the palm of my hand as he withdraws it. I nibble on the corn, licking the stickiness off my fingers before replacing my arm back on the arm rest between us. I feel his hand slip behind my elbow, and he softly traces his fingernails against the inside of my arm, which responds; making the tiny hairs stand on. After our separation, I was forced to relocate to a one bedroom apartment outside the city. The divorce decree left me little to live on, and before long, I was calling my trustworthy Mother for help. It broke my heart me to ask her for money, yet her tender sympathy for my recent break-up inspired her to support me until I could get back on my feet. Luckily, I had no c***dren or large amounts of debt to contend with. I suppose in that respect, I was indeed fortunate. She truly made every.