Sarah Holland was topless but still wearing her yoga pants. I got the pic quick enough. If that ass-slap made a mark, I’m was sure it wasn’t the only one. She began speaking in incomplete words, and my smile grew broader. This was a different kind of torture, & Sarah Holland wasn’t hanging on anymore. “From now on, you are to wear only sating or lace, unless I say otherwise. Moving my hands back to her nipples I could see that she was clearly fighting a losing battle. She felt deep shame for what she had done, her choices made, and what a young man her son’s age had not only done to her, but had yet do! She thought, but she complied, donning a light blue satin/black lace combo she had, and resent. Her nipples were taught between my fingers as I squeezed them, so she was enjoying the ride, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
