You're roughly moved from the bed to the ottoman where you must lie on your back, hands behind your head, legs spread wide, feet arched (on the floor).... Thusly exposed to your master, the performance art continues with fingers, lips and tongue (each capable of both pleasure and light pain) until, as you almost reach a screaming, shaking orgasm, you beg for permission to cum.For more of this story, write me back so that I know I'm not just indulging the fantasies of a poser.Mr. Guinness (not my. She was free to peruse whatever video she wanted or do whatever she wanted for that matter. She could strut around naked in her room all day and no one would care, but Jennifer was too self conscious to even attempt something like that. She would even wait until it was past midnight before she would use the communal showers out of fear for being seen. Being caught watching sapphic sexual wrestling would have been devastating to her psyche. Her nerves were on edge. She was convinced someone was. During this the other Command Staffs began arriving, with Kaitlin and Eibhlin coming in last.As everyone was taking their seats Maureen said, “While we don’t expect the birthing to start before late this evening, we thought meeting here was a prudent precaution. Besides, when we are done here we plan to use the birthing baths for a while.”“That seems different,” commented Mirial of Molly’s Clan.Mégane replied, “In the past expectant mothers haven’t entered the bath until labor was well. ’ I laughed. It was sharp and throaty. It wasn’t my laugh. I could feel my husband wince. I tried to clasp a string of pearls around my throat. My hands wouldn’t cooperate. ‘Why did you tell me? Why now?’ I banged my open palm down on the vanity top. I decided against the pearls. ‘What do you want me to say? That I want to leave you? I don’t. I couldn’t keep it from you. I’ve never kept anything from you for twenty years.’ It was my turn to remain silent. I heard his footsteps retreat in the.