The outside of her left breast the current object of Myattention. The slap of My hand, the short flogger, the crop, a wooden spoon,all seeking out the... same target. What was once pale white, soon becomes pink,then deeper reds begin to appear, raised welts, and even hints of dark blues.She twists and dances, squirming to the staccato rhythms I perform. She singsout, accompanying Me. A duet? Or is it really a solo? Never does she try toduck or dodge, even though I have left her eyes uncovered. She. It was Violett who acted first to remove her skirt. She unhooked the waist clasp at her hip and pushed down the zipper. Dana did the rest by sliding it past Violett’s round butt. Expecting panties beneath, she instead found the silky smooth fabric of a slip. She hooked her thumbs over the waistband and pushed it down to drop in the heap of clothes around their feet. As she dragged her fingertips back up she encountered the stiff, unyielding material of some kind of harness. She realized it was. She had finished all her chores a while back, and was sitting inside the petting pen with her favorite mother rabbit on her lap, while she let her mind wonder. With a quick glance around to verify there was nothing more to do for the day, Leanne carefully released the animal and got to her feet, and set out to catch Tammy before the evening meal. * Knocking lightly on the open door, Leanne waited for Tammy to lift her head and smile at her before she would enter. ‘Hey, Leanne! Come on in.. She was in her late twenties with shoulder length blond hair, full glistening ruby red lips and light blue eyes. Phil was a few years older, about six feet tall with broad shoulders and was pleasing to the eye. They met at a law firm party when Sheila went with a her friend who worked there. Sheila was smart, attractive and funny but she was also dirt poor. She was working as a receptionist when she met Phil and he swept her off her feet with his apparent charm, good looks and his money. It.