Dillon groaned in response, emitting masculine tones, first as whispers, but eventually full-bodied groans.She could tell he was getting close.That’...s when Chrissy who she’d momentarily lost track of sat down right in front of her, laying back onto her elbows and spread her legs.“Eat my pussy?” she begged.Christina stared at the most beautiful cunt she’d ever seen - one exactly like her own. How odd was it to see her own pussy in person from this angle, sopping wet, still slightly dilated with. She kissed him long and hard, kneading his ass with her handsand grinding her own breasts against his as she rubbed her thighfirmly against his super hard dick. When she did pull away totake a breath she slowly pushed him backwards, forcing him tosit on the edge of the bed. She giggled as she quickly pulled a pair of nylons out of adrawer. She rolled them up then made her husband point his toesso she could cover his feet with the sheer material. Once shehad encased his legs in them to about. Would I have removed his hand if no one had been around, was my delay in removing his hand due to surprise at the act or the little shiver from his touch? In retrospect,I was not so sure. Given all that, Henry probably had reasons to believe when I went back to him after pushing Ron in the house that in fact I had gotten rid of the interference. He did not know that Ron was my fiancée, for all he knew Ron was just a friend. I had given him shit,sure, but a lot more for having fondled my breast. Here are some of the things I have done on command from my Master:1) Before I left for the mall, I took two table spoons of the piss I now routinely store in a baby bottle in my refrigerator and combed them through the short hair Master allows me to keep on my head. I am not allowed deodorant or any soap or shampoo that has a scent. That’s to make sure the smell of the piss stands out to anyone walking nearby. 2) That hair on my head is my only body hair, by the way. Each morning I inspect.