She was dusty and fatigued. Her jeans had a tear in one knee and they were encrusted in dirt. Her pink sweatshirt was just as grubby and stretched o...ver a very round belly. Her face, well kissed by sun, looked tired and belied her age. She waddled from not only her very pregnant state but also her sore feet.Following in tow were two girls roughly Priya's age. They were dressed in track pants and had hoodies. Their clothes were in a similar state of dustiness and disrepair as their mothers.. I noticed she referred to Karen without a title which is part of the protocol when a slave is addressing a fellow submissive. “Humility is a state of grace. My natural tendency is to put myself above my betters and allow myself to be placed on a pedestal to be admired and lusted over. I can’t help myself. Discipline not only forbids me to fall out of grace and indulge my natural egotistical tendencies but it puts me in a headspace that keeps me from daring to think of myself as anything other. It was about half erect as he was jacking it, and it reminded me of the dicks I had seen in all the videos I watched and fantasized about. It grew harder as he jacked it and I couldn’t help but catch glances of it. I have a good sized dick, I’ve measured it out to almost 7 inches, but his was a good deal bigger and thicker, perfectly shaped with a thick, cut head and a very closely trimmed bush.“I’m sorry Ben, I realize this might be embarrassing you.” and he started to pull up his pants.“No,. The guys get a twinkle in their eyes, and I begin to wonder if they would be on for a bit of fun. They ask me to join them…which I do. By this time, my bladder is beginning to throb, and this turns me on, I sit quite close to one of the guys, and he touches my knee as I sit next to him, I just smile and open my legs a little bit, his hands moves up my leg a bit, his fingers begin to get to my cunt, I am quite wet at this time, throbbing with excitement and with my full bladder. The guy opposite.