You not passionate and Olga make things very bad for you pretty girl” Olga had warned the stunned Vicky, thenreinforcing her message by slashing the... ‘cat’ cruelly across Vicky’s exposed thighs, leaving her screaming into her ball gag.“You understand Olga now pretty girl?” Vicky nodded her head, after all what was a kiss, even if it was from another woman, if it meant less suffering for her. And so she had, for having removed Vicky’s ball gag and with her fingers exploring every inch of her. " Anyway," he continued, "I came harder that night than I have ever cumbefore in my life. It felt like my whole body was hard-wired to my pussyand every nerve ending was firing at once. It made me feel like sucha... slut."This was looking promising."You really love that feeling, don't you Baby?" I prompted. "It isn'tabout just dressing up anymore, is it? You have become caught up in thewhole slut experience. In the process, we have discovered sex is moreintense for you when you are being fucked. As I walked past the small door leading into the back of the garage, light suddenly flooded out of it. “Get in here. Now.” I obeyed. She shut the door behind me. In the middle of the floor was a lift. The type of machine you drive the front wheels of a riding lawn mower up onto and then raise it up. There were two rubber pads where the tires should rest. The thing was spread wide. “Strip.” She was in a foul mood. She had told me family was coming today. I had seen none. The amount of. "No you don't," I said, "are you looking for Carl?" Why, yes I am," she replied."I'll get him for you, just a second," I said."Carl honey, it's your Mommy," I said handing the phone to him with asmile on my face.I gave the phone to Carl and curtsied."Hi Mom, what's up?" he said."Who was that, well, that was Steve. Yea, he does sound like a girl.....It's part of his Halloween costume..... Yea, he's dressing up like asgirl, a dance hall girl from the old west."He gave me a wink...... "Yea, he's.