She gulped and stared in anxiety and anticipation as I forced my finger through her tight, moist pussy lips, moving it along the cleft so her cunt lip...s could close over it. I began to rub it up and down, not seeking to enter her at all just yet. She squirmed a little, and said something so soft I couldn't hear. I rubbed faster, pressing my finger against her clitty as she pressed her face into my shoulder. "You like this, baby?" I whispered. "Ye . . . yesssss," she breathed. I rubbed. I was thinking of asking if I could share your room!" Well, think about it some more before you ask." Y'know, Ame, Paul Warren said more to you today than he's said to me the whole time I've been with the club. He must be a leg man!" He's very nice," Amy answered. She then ignored me and launched into a long explanation, in Japanese, of the party invitation, the time, and so forth, for Shiggie. "Shiggie says he's up for it," she reported."How about we find a Japanese restaurant for Shiggie. It must also be said that she had a far more winning manner, with her quick mind and stunning good looks. She guessed he did not like being outclassed by her and might just find this situation rather amusing.It must have been two hours before any one came to see her. The visitor was a young police woman, who brought out breakfast. Just a cup of coffee a bowl of yoghurt and some newly baked bread. The bread, the coffee and the yoghurt all tasted good and the hot drink brought a bit of life back. He was domineering sometimes, but he let me get away with things. It made me lose respect for him." First of all, it was a man?" Becky asked."Yes, ma'am," she said."Have you ever been dominated by a woman?" Becky asked."No, ma'am," Christine replied."Then why me?" Becky asked. "Why a woman now? And if you see the way I am as the slave, why would you think that I would be any different in the dominant role?" I'm not exactly sure, ma'am," Christine explained. "I was not looking for a mistress. I.