He has it today. I obeyed."Victor leaned back and steepled his fingers. He watched Diane and listened to her desperate whimpers, his face impassive. "...The hand is your own, Diane. You can sense it again. Cum."Her fingers faltered, but her pussy throbbed hard seconds later. She collapsed to the floor, panting and moaning into the carpet, shivering hard as her climax swept over her.Victor was still uneasy. She had resisted him harder than he would have thought possible for someone of her. She weighed 110 pounds and had wavy red hair coming down to her shoulders. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her 34b breasts, pink nipples standing at attention. She dropped the shirt to the floor, then she pushed down her white pleated mini skirt. Mistress Cathy never let her wear panties, so her shaved pussy was immediately on view. Across her bare mons in black block letters was the word 'SLAVE'. It was written with a permanent marker, and each day Kelly Anne would redraw the word,. ‘You can start sorting that last bag of clothes,’ Susan replied. ‘Some one dropped it off today. It looks it is mostly men’s clothing.’ ‘Are we doing adult clothing this year?’ Noelle asked. ‘Yes,’ Susan answered, still sorting and folding. ‘There was such a demand for children’s clothing last year that the pastor thought it would be a good idea to expand into adult clothing, since the economy is still so bad this year.’ The women chatted amiably about church politics and about the items that. “Wait till we get back, lover, okay?” Solace kissed her quickly and darted out before she could be caught up in activity neither of them could resist. Solace ran into her living room, searching frantically for her belongings. Rosanna waited for her breathing to calm and then followed. Seeing Solace fly around the room like a headless chicken, she stood there with an evil grin on her face. “Where is my stuff? I can’t find anything,” Solace shouted. “We really are gonna be late, Sanna. Help!”.