I looked at myself. I was wearing a knit sweater. One of those Mexicanhippie pullover types with a hood and pocket for my hands. The colors werevery a...utumnal. I had a long billowing skirt, mostly rust red, but withbatik patterns. Around my neck, on a cord, there was a steel firestriker."It should be a pentacle," I thought. That was one of the details thatchanged, and it might have been a problem. Enough that I concentrated, andchanged it to my silver rose-pentacle. I was a mental projection. I. But the whip curls again, all nine tails around Knobby’s butt, making him jump and dance, so he can’t fall down, just because of the pain from the nipple clamps. Lia won a whip swinging contest at the Dayton Domina Group three years in a row?she knows what she’s doing, though I think Knobby gives her no credit!? I work at the back, whacking and slashing his tender butt, and Vib, laughing, starts throwing darts from our old barroom dartboard at Knobby's hips and thighs. ? Knobby screams and. When her eyes didn't follow his, he looked at her hard, frowned and glanced down again. She scowled not understanding.With the third try to make her look down, she finally figured it out and looked down. Way down ... to where their bodies were still joined.Bob simply said to Mandy, "We can't do it again because we never stopped!"Her right hand came up to her face as she giggled. Sheepishly she looked up at him through her fingers. It was beet red from embarrassment."I'm such a dunce!" That. I made her stand and made her face the wall. I was behind her. She bent over the wall like she was seeing from the wall. Kissing her back, I lifted her saree and pulled her panty down. She bent ever more, giving a clearer view of her vagina.I rubbed my finger on her pussy and then put my tongue into her pussy, moving in and out. She was moaning in a low volume so that no one could not hear the sound. Then I put my lips on her pussy and started sucking it hard like I was smooching her pussy.