Eyes wide under her mask, Melody felt suspended between opposites, pulled in two directions as thumb and finger rubbed back and forth within the first inch of her anal canal and vagina. Indian sex “Oh, please don’t!” Elizabeth begged through her tears. Melody’s hands and feet, bound as they were, contorted even further, lifting half her body as the ultimate sensation careered through her young but responsive body. “I thought I had made it quite plain,” she announced in her girlish voice, turning to the doctor and placing her hands on her hips, just as she’d often seen her mother doing when telling off the staff. She smiled at the very thought of having the doctor on her hook, squirming in front of her as many of the household staff had learnt to do. The sight was doubly exciting and, when the girl’s crying subsided, he attached her wrist again and allowed his wife the pleasure of slowly sweeping a new nettle branch between her thighs while he watched, fully enjoying her squeals. Her freshly plucked and bald pubis met his gaze, firm labia meeting each other with the hint of her clitoris hood lying within, waiting to be touched and brought erect.
