” Suzanne stood under the shower watching the dust and the dirt from their dry and fallow farmland sluice off her soft shoulders and follow the str...eaming water in sandy brown streams over her engorged breasts and large, sensitive nipples. Her daily walk, the exercise her husband and Master insisted on, took her almost a mile and a half around one of the barren fields. The lukewarm streams flowed together over the curved mass of her late seventh-month baby bump and converged on the bare naked. Mariah is an engaging auburn haired court reporter, with a lovely figure, though somewhat petite. Although I told her she could call me Emmeline, she insisted on calling me Mrs. Kipps. Mariah’s a quiet girl, and I was somewhat startled when I accidentally opened one of her plain brown wrapped magazines—she subscribed to a rather graphic whips-and-chains periodical entitled ?BITCHES AND WITCHES?.When Mariah came home, she saw me deep in the magazine, and she looked a bit alarmed. ?I’m-I’m so. He muttered something like, "You're a very hot girl aren't you Sunny? God your wet little pussy lips . . . feel so naughty! Do you like this? What's it feel like when I poke my finger up your tight little hole?" I couldn't answer because I was in heaven as his middle finger moved in and out of my virgin lips as he kept moving aside my panties to bring me off even more. It was so wicked . . . so naughty yet he was so gorgeous. I suddenly felt grown-up . . . no. “OHHH yes,“ Chris groaned. “But surely the whole of it needs to shine not just the head and tip?” I smiled at him and bent forward again. This time, mouth open, I took, and embraced, the whole of his cock head into my oral cavity and paused. I felt his whole body tighten with the pleasure of organ entrapment. Up and down a few times, I gently bobbed my head on his shaft. I tormented his so sensitive, smooth, wet head. I tormented him, moving up and down on his penile tip. No further than the.