But she wasn’t quite done with her yet, so she backed off.She looked down at the pillow. Gillian wasn’t moving beneath it. She tossed it aside and... took the girl’s pulse. Good, she was still alive. ?Not yet, bitch,? Susan muttered. ?You don’t get out that easily.? She went out to the kitchen for a bottled water and to let her victim recover for the next round. When she returned, Katie had regained consciousness.?You’re still with us,? Susan said. ?Not for long, I’m afraid.?Katie was trying. Penny took my bundle and told us both to sit. I pulled out a chair at the end of the table to Maggie’s left for Michelle. She smiled bashfully and drew her skirt under her legs and sat daintily. I started to pull the next chair to the left for myself but Maggie asked me to sit to her right at the other end of the table. Not seeing that it made any difference other than being a bit further from Michelle I moved to that chair. Penny returned from the laundry room and went to the stove where she. So smart, talented, hard working and ambitious yet always there for me and so generous with showing me your love. My love for you wells up inside as I think of how to help you relax and feel better when you get home, as well as show you how much I love and appreciate you. A sly smile spreads across my, as you call them, ‘soft, full, irresistible’ lips, as an idea develops into a plan for pleasuring you. I want tonight to be all about you. Over our eight years together I’ve mastered the. "Get your fucking hands off of me!" I yell. Mom just holds me there, and, rams her knee, as hard as she can, right into my cunt, making me piss myself. "Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you!" I yell. As mommy grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me back to my feet. "I'm your Mother and I told you, once we crossed this line, we couldn't go back. Now, either admit that I'm your Mistress, and, you're my little fuck slut, or, I'll kick your ass until you admit it, which is it going to be. "But, I'm.