“It’s wet.”“That means I like what you’re doing.”She opened her legs a little.“Slip a finger inside… but very gently.”She moaned as ...one of his fingers disappeared inside her.“That feels really good, you’re really good at this.” He beamed, his confidence was obviously building. “Now touch my breast.”He reached over and palmed her full breast.“That feels really good,” she cooed.“It feels heavy.”“Do you like how it feels in your hand?”“It’s… I can’t describe it.”“Feel my nipple, how hard it is.. " The kiss was repeated, longer and more sensual. Alexa overcame her surprise and enthusiastically kissed her back, parting her lips to allow the house-slave's questing tongue to dart between her teeth. She could hardly believe what was happening - her hidden dreams of kissing another girl had finally come true!And she had called her name 'pretty', even though it was originally intended for a boy-child and had cursed her life to always remind her that she should have been a son, not a daughter. " It's an agreeable fantasy with me," my wife admitted, "but we decided that it should remain a fantasy." We didn't know how to approach him. We were afraid he would thing I was trying to win his favors unfairly. Mr. Bouton has taken care of that for us. He did the selecting." We also did not know how we would respond if the fantasy became a reality." We are going to learn." What should I cook for dinner?" My parents liked the venison and wild rice you prepared for them on their last visit. I. It was easier this time though, wearing the buttplug for a few hours may have helped I suppose, maybe the fact I know what was coming helped too. He was gentle at times but he did mix it up a bit so when I relaxed he would give me a really hard thrust, or a few in succession, before slowing down again. On the whole though, it was easier and even more, enjoyable. When he pulled out of me, he flipped me over and I was on my back. That was good! Now I was in a position that most women like.