He pet my hair. Indian XXX It was their state of being, their kind of therapy. He knew that he was disciplined and my body craved to take some of that from him. I had to go back for more adrenaline. I think we’ve been making some progress, Pet. She squealed when I withdrew to shove her on her hands and knees, to hold her still beneath me. He had them clean it off, only to look it over, and nod with approval before he handed it back to them. I looked up at him. And I came, screaming in bliss, to that same cane. It wasn’t in full clarity yet, didn’t have everything all placed, but there was an image coming together in my mind and it was a colorful image. Some might prefer them on the floor in submission, as a fair warning. But now that you’re at the end, I would like to show you a little bit of fun that comes from when you behave. And this one was the one I found the most interesting. I had her lift up so I could make a teasing little harness between her legs, framing her pussy over her clothes.
