"Molly thought about that for a moment and decided she would play along. She had been very bored lately as George was away a lot, and she could always... escape next door."When in Rome, is it?" she asked."Molly. I'm forcing nothing on you. You came here of your own accord. You asked about the practices shown and described in the Kama Sutra. You hinted that you wanted to be taught more about sex. Please go home now if you didn't mean it."She blushed deep red and said, "That's not very gentlemanly.. Would he ever talk to me? Would I ever have the nerve to talk to him? I played out imaginary scenarios and conversations in my head and eventually drifted off to sleep. My dream started innocently enough. I was jogging my usual route. I enjoyed the pulsing of my body and the exertion of the run. I also enjoyed the looks I got. As in most dreams the familiar was mixed with the odd. In this case, I was running not in my usual gear but my cheerleading outfit. The tiny skirt just barely covered by. . Through out the night with her laying there naked and secured to the stone floor now, there was an even bigger pool of female body fluid it had been running down the insides of her naked helpless well spread thighs!.. The following day was the next part of Mayas training, and along with the slave collar and leash is all part of what she is to except. There are a number of rules she must be able to follow as Mistress M explains, and one, is during the entire time she is in the slave training. She is wearing a nice dress and immediately hikes it up to her high thigh area. She is wearing hose with garters and she starts rubbing herself. She asks me to unzip. There is a noise in the garage, the windows are cracked so we can hear if someone is walking up. The noise ceases. I unzip and pull out my cock. Not fully hard, the nerves are impairing me a little, but I start to stroke it a bit. She asks if I want to feel how wet she is. I reach over and she pulls her panties aside. She.