I hooked crossed my feet together on her back and closed my eyes, savoring the slick wetness of her tongue, softly dragging across the outer flesh of ...y pussy, sucking softly on my clit, then dragging back down the length of my slit, over and over. Her moans vibrated against my tingling skin, and the flick of her tongue, reaching inside my folds, sent delicious shivers throughout my naked body. Her hands were caressing me constantly, and her open mouth covered my mound, breathing hot wind on my. "She stopped and looked at me. The angry face seemed to fade a little and the corner of her mouth actually curved upwards. "Thank God you're okay. I know those buses can be so confusing sometimes." She was buying the whole lame story and I sighed a breath of relief."Come, let me introduce you to everyone," She said pulling me by the arm. I met Gloria and Cathy, two other waitresses, James, the owner, Mark, the cook, Ed his helper and Salvador, the bus boy. The diner was kind of run down and. “That’s not the point, Sweetie. I can always find something wrong. Punishment can be handed out for any minute reason. It’s about the pain and reaching one’s sub-space. It’s not whether the sub deserves to be punished whatsoever. It’s something they want and need. I would never think of handing out punishment to anyone that didn’t want it at some level. If one does not enjoy it then it’s just corporal punishment or assault. Does that make any sense?” “Yes, it does, now that you put it in that. "I would think that you'd be all for the Conservatives to be back in power." That's just it," Mark replied. "They aren't in power. Oh, they were voted in, Edward Heath to the prime minister's chair and all, but it doesn't mean one whit of difference. Not one whit." Why?" Sharon asked simply. She had never delved in politics much; as an American she didn't feel that she should form opinions about English politics, and she had left most of the domestic politics to her husband. Still, what Mark.