I gently palmed her clit and she squeezed my hand in place. I squeezed her a few times then slid my hand down looking for entrance to her honey hole. ...I parted her lips with my fingers and slid my middle finger up and down her slit. I could feel the moisture building quickly but kept up a slow invasion. Danny started laughing at a joke on the sitcom as she reached down and tried to jam my finger into her wet hot pussy. I held tight making her yearn for it for a while longer. I finally slid that. “Oh Peter, that makes me feel worse!”“I’m sorry, Jane, I didn’t mean to. I’m just trying to sort things out.” He fell silent again, then said. “I think you’re feeling kind of the way I did after that first time. You know, in the bathroom?”“Uh-huh,” said Jane, not quite following.“Even though it was really exciting while I was doing it? I felt terrible afterwards because I’d made you do what I wanted without caring how you felt. I still feel bad about it sometimes.”“Oh, Peter—that was so. What do you think? (I know what I think it's the dumbest thing that I've ever said?) Well.. I don't know? Do you think he will really like the pictures? I about did a three sixty swerving the car to turn around to go back towards the motel that we just passed.Paid the motel clerk...got the key and headed straight for the room. The piece of shit camera in my hand -with no film and no flash...that I got out of the trunk...Once in the room..she kicked off her high heels and walked around in her. Thinking of being struck again, my mind concentrated on the pain I felt so as not to become hard again and receive another strike. However, just as before, Mistress follows correction with affection. She took my softening penis in her hand to gently stroke it, making it immediately hard again. She bent over and blew softly across the red stripe on my hardening flesh. The brush of air felt more erotic than any touch I had ever felt. "Soft or hard," she said. "Is mine to determine." Without.