It was the girl. She had her legs spread all the way apart. I might be able to do that with my weight holding me down, like a cheerleader. She was doi...ng it casually. Anyway, there was a long shot, getting all the bruises. Then there were detail shots from ankle to ankle. That scene was three nights ago and you can still count the stripes.Tuesday, I said that Mistress Cynthia did not draw blood, but that wasn't quite true. I should have said the skin never parted. Some of the welts had oozed. .. I just want to taste you now!" he said. He got down on the floor next to her and gently laid her on her back. He leaned over looking into her soft green eyes and kissed her passionately - something he had done numerous times in his dreams. She tasted sweeter and softer than even his dreams could imagine. Angela moaned into his mouth as she opened hers to allow his tongue to come in and play. Taking the cue (and hoping he hadn't read things wrong) he placed a hand lightly on her breast. She. “Yes,” I started to blubber a bit. “Yes, please. Yes, I am. I’m ready.” I closed my eyes and held my breath waiting for him.His finger pressed on my clit and the effect brought me up on my toes. Mimicking the same rotating motion his tongue had taken in my ass, his finger drove me to a near instantaneous finish. My hips bucked with each completed circle. My thighs were covered in my piss and juice.“Don’t you cum until I tell you to, understand?”“I won’t. I won’t”“Good, relax, okay”“It’s hard, I. Impossible!" Nelson shook his head, flinching from the locks of hair dancing about his face.The old woman smiled again, almost maddeningly. "No, it's magic."Nelson felt a shudder course involuntarily down and back up his spine. If what this woman said was true, if this was truly magic, then she was more powerful than anyone Nelson had ever dealt with. He suddenly felt tiny and insignificant and powerless, completely at the mercy of this old woman. His mouth opened to say something, but his.