Although she knew better than to question her new mistress, the girl was unhappy in her new relationship. Where Jessica had been a loving, warm and te...nder Mistress, more concerned about Sierra's pleasure than her own, Cathy was a demanding and even sadistic dominant. Sierra truly served her, providing for her mother's worldly pleasures when her own were delayed and as often as not, forgotten. In the three months since her mother had become her mistress, Sierra had been given to the horses only. It had been a close decision, whether to take breakfast in their room or whether to enjoy the Gynarch's Breakfast Room. In the end the chance to see and be seen had won out over the idea of being waited on in their suite. They put on their New Opportunity uniforms, short black kilts and tight, white, roll-neck sweaters. Somehow it only seemed right – the Breakfast Room of the Gynarch was where New Order had been founded, so as well as offering what they were sure would be an excellent meal it. Females with smaller pussies, but of course that’s not you, won’t welcome receiving a big whoosh but will groan away as they sense incremental insertion progress.’ ‘Omigod, I wasn’t away the process for the male was so technical. I assumed their motive was to get it in and bang away to get themselves off.’ ‘Darling it just like roping a calf. Some guys and gals do it slickly, others succeed within two or three throws while others are given another job they might be more capable of performing.’. Sucking my tongue into your mouth, you hold me still, not allowing any distances between us. My heart begins to race with feverish thirst for you. Nibbling on my lips, letting go, I whimper in need. “Go on, turn around for me. Be my good girl.” Without a word, I do. I slide up onto you, positioning myself into the sixty nine stance. Both of your hands land hard, with a loud crack against my ass, gripping tightly, you pull me roughly against your face. The stubble of your facial hair nip into my.