Twenty times sorry comes out as a moan. My fingers linger longer each time. I pull your panties down your legs and they open slightly. I trace my fing...ers slowly between your lips. Your pussy is wet and opening for me. "I think I will give you the next ten with a switch. How would you like that girl?" You legs open up wider. " I don't think I would like that Miss. Is there something I could do instead." You push you pussy back on my hand. My fingers sliding in easily in your wet cunt. " Take off. One Mistress was so fascinated about the level of pain fresh hold my nipples can manage; she freed one hand from its restraint, oiled and demanded I apply my own nipple clamps, insisting on a perfect horizon when secure. It took a good slippery 20 mins to apply the clamps to Mistresses exacting standards.Part 2 The duration When the initial pain resides and the body works well over time to remind the wearer of their presence. The pain creeps over the body. Draining its strength as it moves. I didn’t have to mess with Jessica’s perception afterward as she hadn’t lost her faith. In fact, she had helped Keven find his like his older brother, and she planned on going to confession Sunday afternoon. I didn’t ask if she was going to cut Kevin off or not. I didn’t want to know.The five of us had lunch together before my mom and I took Jessie back to the house. Jessie was just over seven months pregnant and while she definitely looked it, she wasn’t that big yet. But my mom insisted she. “Now turn around so that I can fuck that little cunt even harder and fill it up with my hot cum.”I moan in anticipation of feeling him fill up my pussy with his warm, decadent semen. I quickly turn around and gasp as I feel his cock slide inside of me before he starts fucking me with hard, urgent thrusts that have my breasts swaying and my mind reeling from sheer pleasure. He brings his mouth to my right ear and gingerly bites on my earlobe, eliciting a carnal moan from me as the succulent.