I've seen it too many other times.Dee beat me to the phone and when she picked it up, before having time to listen she just said, "Hi Mom. How are you...?"She was beaming, while she talked with her mom. They talked for about 15 minutes before she started blushing and kind of fidgeting a bit. I could tell just by the body language where the conversation was going.She looked at me with a shy smile and was biting her lower lip as she listened to Tara talk with her.I decided to go into the next room. I sat down, awkwardly commented on his muscled chest then lightly brushed my hand over it. I did not lift my hand, but slid it toward his stomach. I said something stupid about his stomach, but was not sure what I was babbling because he put his hand on my thigh and gave a tentative squeeze. I slid my hand under the sweat pants, found no underwear in the way, and curled my fingers around it. It was much larger than my husbands. He brought his free hand around, into my shirt and cupped my tits.. She looks down at me, expressionless. "Get on your hands and knees now! On all fours like an a****l!" she says shoving my head down. I obey. I get on my hands and knees, bent over on the floor. She walks behind me towards her bag. My Master sits on the couch masturbating his dick, now rock hard again. I suddenly feel a wet finger up my ass. I jump a little. She fingers it hard, adding additional fingers quickly. I moan a little. "You like that don't you? This is all your good for isn't it,. He told me now it looked like a clitty and that I should refer to it as that from then on. He pulled my panties back up and I fixed my skirt, noticing that the bulge that had begun growing wasn’t an issue anymore. The discomfort grew more and more as my clitty strained against the chastity device but he assured me that I would become used to it. Then he told me he had something for me that might help me take my mind off of it and felt him slide the strip of my g-string to the side, feeling his.