“LOOK AT ME, Nadine!” She was hyperventilating, barely able to focus, despite the pain. Then she began on the buttons of her blouse. Indian sex I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and began using the marker – it was one of those large, nearly cock-sized ones – to tease her pussy lips apart. She straightened again and looked at me. Then she slowly straightened up and gave me a shaky nod of acquiescence before starting to unfasten the gold buttons on her jacket. I continued, “In fact, you failed to follow every…single…one of my instructions, didn’t you, Nadine?” emphasizing each of the key words with further slaps to her breasts, making her breath hiss in through her teeth. “I didn’t ask you that in order to make you feel bad, Nadine. I waited until her first enthusiasm had been expressed, then gently disengaged myself. “Belt,” I said. You will call me on your cell-phone and when I answer you will say, “I apologize for being a disobedient little slut, Sir.”
Nadine’s face fell. And why are you stripping?”
“Be…cause…you told me to?”
“Right.
