Obie moves the room's only chair and I place one foot on it, spreading my knees wide, leaning back on my hands. Look beautiful man, feast your eyes on... what your hands have done to me. I am irrational with lust; too ready. I don't even get a kiss, he sinks to his knees and buries his face in my slit. It feels like caviar and gravel His tongue isn't gentle it's urgent, possessive, I'm shaking, holding onto the table, clenching and un-clenching my toes to ward off a too-soon-but-imminent orgasm.. Peter had not stirred yet, but she figured it would be soon, perhaps even now if he was awakened by her shower. Moving into the other room, bringing her panties with her, deliciously naked and feeling the carpet beneath her toes, she glanced at the coffee table and saw yesterday’s purchases. With a start, she realized that she could do even better than the panties, though she did hook them by the door, just in case Peter had any doubt. Opening the bag, the crinkling sounding loud in the quiet. I want you to get up and get ready. Were going to a ball tonight. And with that, he leaves the room. Kitty rises from the bed and goes to the closet. Inside is a beautiful gown, a deep maroon red with black lace and silver embellishments. She begins to dress and calls out, Master? Could you please come and lace my dress up? He comes into the room as he buttons the last button on a deep maroon shirt, a black bow tie around his neck, and black pinstriped slacks. She turns and he laces her, sure. I didn’t think I could stand ten of these right in the same spot. It didn’t’ seem fair because she spread them out on Honey.“Five Ma’am, Yes Ma’am, I want you to beat me in front of my mother and Mrs. Sonneborne and teach me what I am doing wrong?”Ann chuckled and had me kiss the cum off the edge of the paddle. It felt warm as I kissed my own goo off the edge “The count was four,” she chuckled. I was sweating, and my nose was running after four swats. It was the hardest I’d ever been beaten..