At last, though, it stopped. Mrs Travis pulled out, leaving Cassie breathless and sore, still kneeling on the chair. “Get up,” said Mrs Travis sharply. Cassie got unsteadily to her feet. Quickly Mrs Travis took off Cassie’s blouse and bra, so that now she was naked. She looked at Cassie’s t**s, handled them a little, rather roughly, then fetched a leather collar from her drawer, together with a leash. She put the collar round Cassie’s neck, then clicked on the leash. Still wearing her strap-on, Mrs Travis walked Cassie round the room on her hands and knees. Then she led Cassie over to a chair and sat down, Cassie on her knees at her feet. Mrs Travis took the dildo out of the harness around her hips and somewhat to Cassie’s surprise pushed it up into her p***y. Mrs Travis’s p***y was rather
