He carried on a normal conversation with the others as I parted my legs a little and his finger found my knicks and he began rubbing my mound. I breat...hed in deeply and the hostess asked if I was ok? I said I was just needed to pause for enjoyment and put my fork down for effect. I could feel my pussy becoming wetter and wetter with the light touch of his fingers. As the plates were cleared I excused myself saying I needed a little air, I know my hostess believes it is best to pause before. Yes, slightly bigger than gifts to some of my other friends, but not a share of the residue. Not like she had. Did that mean I loved her less than she loved me?“Stop it,” Will said.I snapped my head up to look at him. “Sorry? What?”“Stop asking yourself if she loved you more than you loved her.”“How did you—”“Been there. Done that. Not on this scale, of course, but ... Truth is, Paul, she wrote this Will months after you wrote yours. And at the time you two were certainly a couple unlike when. I grasped with my fingers and unclasped the hooks; her bra fell away from her back. I pulled her closer, released a deep emotional sigh, and pressed my palms against the smooth skin of her shoulders. Isabel raised her hands to the air and I drew her shirt and bra along her arms until they slipped over her hands and fell to the floor. The corners of her mouth curved upward. I reached my hand beneath her skirt. Her eyes closed tightly as my fingers pushed her panties aside and spread her warm. ”“N-N-No!” Jared cried, his defense weakening with every slap. Kicking him forcefully in the balls, she cried, “ I said call*kick*Him*kick*Master!!” She screamed, kicking his cock over and over again until it started to look like a bloody baby carrot.“STOOOOOOOOOOPPP!! Master, MASTER!! Please, just STOP!!” He screeched, feeling the constant excruciating pain that came with each blow.Anson nodded His head slightly, and immediately arella released him, sending him sputtering and crying bloody.