.."The orders had also specified never to refer to myself in the first person: always 'this slave', ratherthan 'I' or 'me'. They didn't address the in...tervention of others in my script, though.At this point, a tall man clad in leather strode in through the entrance opposite the one throughwhich I had arrived - obviously only slaves were expected to climb ten flights of stairs, whiletheir owners took the easy way! Catching a glimpse of the whip tucked under his left arm, I decidedit was best to. “This is fun. Go ahead and feel mine if you like.” “It is kinda fun, but I never…with a girl.” “But I bet you’re curious…” Another deep breath and Kate held Aline’s breasts. Firm and jutting, they were warm and filled her hand. She squeezed them and found she enjoyed the sensation. “Have you? With a girl?” “Kate, I’m bi. I love it with girls and you already know I love it with guys. I’ve always wanted to do this with you, but we can stop anytime if you’re not OK.” This was way beyond curiosity.. She turned her eyes to look at him. His head turned sharply away from her, aimed at the door, but his eyes met her. He looked like a dog caught eating off the kitchen table. “Did you like looking at me? At my pussy?” She asked in her best school teachers voice. He stared back at her confused, hiding one eye behind the mop. He did not speak. She asked again, “Did you like looking at my Pussy?”. She felt strange saying it, and a little guilty that she never spoke this way with her. On my way down I could not resist the temptation of licking her belly-button; probing my tongue deep inside .It was like opening the key to her erotic world, she became wild; moaning louder and louder still while throwing her head from side to side.In a flash she unzipped her skirt and pushed me even down, telling me, in an unspoken manner, what she wanted me to do. The skirt did not need to be removed, she wasn’t wearing anything under it; did she plan this all along!! Her clean unshaven pussy.