Her mature, but surprisingly lean, body was facing away from me and she stood on the floor, legs spread, her torso bent over the bed, her breasts hang...ing down. Her legs were lean and muscular and I could see her calf muscles quivering a little with either the strain of her position or the excitement she was feeling. Her back was broad, tapering to a narrow waist. Her thick, wet mop of black hair was in sharp contrast to the relative paleness of her body. Although aching for her, I didn’t enter. "Now look what you've done to my hands, you sorry little fuckslut...allwetand slimywith your cunt juices!!!...Fucking whore!!!!...lick it off...kiss myhands...tell me you love me to hurt you...want to be punished like the filthyslutfuck you are." No"What a mistake...and she knows what it does to me to ever have anythingnegative shown to me by any slave...ever..."You think you can defy me, don't you, Megan?...even now?" Fuck you"I slap her tits now with my lash...20 times...each tit...criss. He was wearing a knit cotton nightshirt that went down just to his upper thighs. His pert breasts and slender waist caused it to tent out a bit in front, and he experimented with leaning over. Yes, he saw his panties peek out from underneath as he did so.Gradually, Hugh leant down further and further, until he could touch the floor. Then further until he could put is palms flat on the floor. As a man, he could barely touch the floor at all. But now, with Erin's body he could actually lean over,. It was allbecause Alice limited herself, couldn't accept her powers, couldn'tfight the basic guilt within herself. And then Beccy had an idea.***Alice came slowly to life, drifting in the half-alertness that comesbefore waking. The events of the last few days rolled through her mind,making her squeeze her thighs tightly together, painfully aware of thewrongness of what she had done, but deeply aroused all the same. Thishad been the pattern of the last week, her conscience fighting againsther.