She fucked me with it slowly, deep strokes in and out. Soon my hips started to rock and she laughed and commented to her friends that her sissy bitch... husband liked it.The humiliation was exciting and my cock was rock hard. I was glad that she had found it, and that my wife was enjoying dominating me. I was very nervous that she decided to include her friends. I also had no choice anymore. I clearly was her bitch.There have been times when I exposed myself in stockings and panties at an adult. “Do you really want me?”“Yes I want you, and I have never been more serious in my life.” He caressed her cheek. “I have never wanted anyone more than I want you ... Carmen, what’s wrong?”“I want it, too ... But...”“Hey — if you’re not ready ... we’ll wait.”“Oh, I’m ready. It’s just ... A flood of insecurities just washed over me.”“You have nothing to be insecure about,” he replied. “You’re beautiful in a unique way. I admire you and I envy your abilities.” He leaned toward her and kissed her. One either side, they raised the tray and carried it to the oven. Liz could feel the radiant heat on her toes, then her claves. The tray rested on a rake. She opened her mouth and would have screamed had she a voice. It was intolerable, her feet exposed to so much heat and she was unable to move them out of the way. Unable to struggle and resist. Santa and his wife looked at each other loving and with a final heave, pushed the tray all the way into the oven. Liz’s mind screamed in. ” Meagan said before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on my cheek.She leaned back up to her sitting position.“Or what?” I asked, teasing her.“Or...” She thought for a moment. “I’m not gonna get off you!” She exclaimed like a little kid.Sometimes I forgot that she was still an 8-year-old.I reached up and began tickling her sides, and she squirmed on top of me.“Josh! Stop, I’m going to pee!” She warned.“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” I told her, letting her go.“So, are you gonna go talk to her.