She tells me it is my fault, she humiliates and describes my appearance, poor performance. The ball gag pops out as I try and repeat after her all she... tells me to; "I want to be a good girl slave" , "I love what she is doing to me" , " I want more of the same treatment " etc.. I repeatedly ask,beg to keep trying to please her. Then it all stops there is silence and I begin to accept it is over and done thinking I have lost the game. I assume she is now excited and wet from her use and abuse of. Mallika: Like this, baby? (Lick, suck, suck).She moaned as she fingered her clit and laid back again. I watched her tits jiggle as her shirt fell off both shoulders. She laid there bare and arched her back as she touched herself. She groaned softly as her voice struggled to hold back moans. She looked at her door and checked if anyone heard her. Then she went back to rubbing her clit.Me: Who’s gonna fuck your ass if you’re busy fucking your clit? (Stroke, stroke, stroke)Mallika: Oh fuck! Both. "Um, well ... Mrs. Baker" said I."Did I hear Ted correctly when he said that your aunt was holding a skinny-dip party this after noon?" Yes, she said she was having some friends over but I wouldn't know who they may be." I should give her a call this week; we may have friends in common. Will you be joining us for lunch?" Er ... no, thank you, Mrs. Baker. I have to go. Good bye, Mrs. Baker ... girls..." I gave Ted a nudge as I headed for the door."Good bye, Joe. Don't be a stranger ... Next. Hmmmm. Well, I got the upstairs hallway with a cot. This hallway had doorways into 4 bedrooms with each pair having inter-connecting doors. As one of the youngest, I got packed off to bed early. One of my visiting uncle’s daughters was put up in the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Now my hallway cot had my head pointed towards that bedroom door while it was placed down the hall far enough to not block the doorway into the adjoining bedroom - which had its door partly open. Now comes the good.