.." It was for you," she said, acidly.I hadn't a clue what she was on about. "What was?" The phone, dumb-ass. Don't tell me you didn't hear it ringing...." I didn't." Well it did, and was for you."I took a deep breath to remain calm. "Are you going to tell me who it was, or do I have to guess?" It was Miss Moneybags. She wanted to remind you not to have anything to eat so that you could both have a meal when she takes you out for a drive this afternoon."Oh. Damn. "Look, Stacy, it's not what you. " Well, we could have breakfast..." Are you hungry?" Sherri asked."Yes, but I'm also..." I glanced down at my erection, which was starting to soften."So do you want food or an orgasm?" Sherri asked. Her eyes had narrowed and her lips were slightly pursed. She looked ready to pounce whichever way I moved."Both," I said. "I want both," I added emphatically.Sherri's eyes flew wide in surprise, but she quickly regained her controlled demeanor."Well, finally a request from you, Joe," she said. Then. A GIF of the image popped up. It was only a short clip but the girls fingers rubbed and her finger penetrated her opening. The hand wrapped around the cock stroked a couple times and erupted cum on the girls hand and mound. Cassie jolted from the sight of the scene. Her pussy tensed and she shook with a miniature orgasm. She moved her hand up to the hem of the leggings, pulling her shirt up a bit. Just as her fingers tucked under her hemline, the driver door unlatched and opened. She jumped. On Monday, I shaved the pussy he owns, had my nails done, cleaned the apartment and the car, did the laundry and wrote my daily report to him. On Tuesday I worked out, did the grocery shopping, wrote my report and changed the bed sheets. I missed him terribly and when he called, I felt my pussy get wet at the sound of his voice. At night was the hardest. I wanted to touch my clit, but I knew I could not. I imagined I was lying in Master’s arms and that made it easier to fall asleep. On.