And how do i want your slutty cunt to be? he asked.Shaven i Answerd with some fear in my voice.Then what is this he asked me when pulling a forgotten ...hair.Sorry master i answered to him almost crying.He ordered me to sit down and masturbate without coming.Then i heard him opening a bag, apparently he took it with him.Stand up he orders, and lower your bodystocking, reveal those tits to me.When i put down the bodystocking as he ordered, he put on me a mask, so i was only able to hear but not to. They had finally stopped contracting on their own and I tried to see if I could get them to flex under my control. I closed my eyes and let myself drift as I tried to talk to my pussy. After a few wrong moves, I found the right channel. It was a tenuous connection at best, but I knew it would get better with practice. I knew I had never been able to do this before because it would have been impossible to get the right feedback without something filling my vagina. While I was playing, Bambi. Like before, she checked her friend out at a certain point, and Sandra was a bit surprised at how Martha was sitting there. Well, lying there would be a better description for it. Martha had slipped down a little on her seat, and she had her legs apart. At first, Sandra thought it had been Martha's hand that was between her legs, until she noticed that Martha was squeezing both her breasts and pinching her nipples with her own hands. Depending on the light reflected back from the big screen,. “Lean back,” Miranda commanded, climbing off of her. Carly did as she was told. She felt her pants unbuttoned, so she pulled her legs up so Miranda could pull them off. For the first time, she was completely naked in front of her best friend. “You are so wet, it’s amazing.” Miranda purred, undressing herself all the way. “Now, just enjoy the moment.” Miranda gently pushed Carly’s legs apart and dipped her head. Carly let out a moan of pleasure as Miranda slid her tongue inside her. “Oh god… Oh.