Eventually the burn, the pain faded to a tolerable, beautiful afterglow of warm numbness. And, after my crying subsided, they lowered me to the floor, released me from my bonds. My sore hands were tied in back and, forced to my knees, they bent me forward, mouth to the floor, p***y in the air. Louise got a couple of pillows, one for her head, the other for under her ass, and brought her ripe, open p***y right up to my lips.
“C’mon, Heather,” she said. “Show me how sorry you really are.”
It didn’t take much for me to follow that familiar scent and I fell on her like a wild animal that hadn’t fed in days. My tongue lapped at her abundant waters, slithered around those engorged p***y lips, dove deep into that pool of womanhood that Louise had only so recently allowed me to taste. And, just
