I paid good money for it!" Miss K said in response. She pawed at one of her breasts with a hand that she took off the couch, pulling on her nipples. "...Go ahead. Slide under me and suck me." Okay. Can I get a lick of your sweet ass?" Yeah, yeah, and it's clean too. JUST DO IT AND SUCK MY FUCKING DICK!"Maggie sat back on her heels, smiling and barely repressing a chuckle. She took the tip of her tongue, pressed it just below Miss K's balls and licked her entire crack from end to end, slowing down. This extended from just below my breasts to the flair inmy hips. Attached to the corset were six garters that hung against myleg as she began the process of lacing up the back having connected thebusk in the front. I could see the garment was not very yielding andwould hold me as rigidly as the cocoon had done while giving me theillusion of movement. Once snug, she told me to take a deep breath. Itried to do so, but there was a definite limit to how deep due to thepressure of the corset. . Oh, did I not mention? I have a petite red headed British 19 year old with leather straps forcing her to rest on her elbows and knees with a crystal table top resting along her back and palms. She's eager for me to leave so that the slave kneeling with her face in the corner behind me can get up and help her rest. True, she's been a coffee table for 3 hours now while I've awaited this call, but her eyes being raised from above the floor is inexcusable. I'll have Mistress Bitchcraft cut her. "I'm...um. David. I'm sorry. I wasn't. I... I was just...I was just trying to ask what time you had planned to start the party is all. This wasn't one of my jokes. Why are you this angry?" She says, shakily. Hearing the wavering of her voice makes me realize how I just spoke to her. She didn't deserve any of that and I feel instantly ashamed and apologetic. "Lori, shit! I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." She continues to look at me stunned for a few moments, and then walks toward.