But, it was no less pleasant.I moved my hands to circle his neck. A week ago, I probably would have used the same hold to strangle him, but now I was ...moving my fingers over skin, tracing his ears and enjoying the way that he shivered when my thumb moved over his Adam's apple before I moved my hands lower, over his chest, deliberately taking a moment to feel out his pecs and smiling against his lips when I could feel his nipples grow hard beneath his shirt. In response, Seth's fingers dug into. We arrange to meet in London at a station, He told me that I had to bring with me my boots and leggings and the contract he had emailed me a week before.I was getting nerves on the day we were meeting at 2pm and when I met him at the station he had the collar with a lead hanging down so I know that was my new master, I went over to him and said hi SIR, he then took me to the café where we chatted and signed the contract so now I belong to him, I was then told to go and get changed into the. 'Oh yeah, that's good. Fuck me with your tongue; eat me like I'm your last meal.' She was so dirty! I loved it. I did exactly what she said and fucked her with my tongue. Every so often I would dart my tongue over her pretty little clit, making her moan so loud for anyone to hear. I kept my tongue on her clit for a while as I fucked her with two fingers; they slid in and out so easily because she was so wet- her juices were literally dripping down her leg. I had never been so horny in my life;. She leaned forward on the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil. The figure of Bob coming down the tidy little path they had worked on yesterday caught her attention. He waved, and she instinctively waved back, worrying about how underdressed and inappropriate her nightie was.Again he disappeared into the hut and she returned her attention to the kettle. The next couple of minutes melted away as the music faded into the background and her attention was on Bob kneeling by the hut.She was.