And in a calm voice I began, "Talk to me." It's Kenta." I figured. What happened? Did you guys break up?" YES," Brooke thundered. Then she screwed up ...her face and turned around. "Well no ... Well ... fuck! I don't know. We didn't actually get far enough to talk about whether we were broken up or not."I nodded, thinking of the time I'd gotten Adrienne so angry at me she'd ordered me out of her house, but we'd never actually spoken about whether we were still together at the time. "But you had a. ”“Well, I guess I better split – you need your ‘you’ time,” I said.“Well, maybe I could use some company,” Kara said, as she reached out and rubbed the back of my hand.“I don’t want to get you in any trouble,” I said as I felt my cock beginning to rise.“It’s OK, no one else is here – just us. Sometimes I get lonely.”“Well, anything I can do to help,” I said as Kara set the towels on a shelf behind her. She turned around to me as she unzipped her top. Above a firm stomach I just wanted to lean. Because of the BDSM training, I liked to be dominant. It scared Lindsay a bit, but she was as curious as I was once... Because I wasn't experienced enough, I was in need of a master to teach me. I found one, Roy. He and Michelle (his wife and sub) were the perfect people on the perfect moment. In that period we were studying during the week. We went looking for a bar on Friday night and we were guests of Roy and Michelle at the weekend.Roy was my master, but also my teacher for being Lindsay. Her only reaction was to put a little more weight through her hands onto my head as she got her balance.I kissed the inside of her thigh, and again, moving higher each time. My hand followed my progress on the underside of it. As my lips met hers, my fingers stroked them too. My tongue darted out, pulling back along the length of her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar. All thoughts of washing were gone, not that I had been kidding myself that that was my aim.She started to stroke my hair, curling.