My penis had released so much pre-cum, I wasn’t sure if I had cum, I was still fully dressed and on my knees. I watched as her pussy twitched, openi...ng and shutting like a glove puppets mouth.Vanessa, smiling and out of breath, pulled me up towards her face, then began to kiss me, kiss me deeply, even licking her juices from my lips and cheeks.She looked me in the eyes and said, that is how women do it to women, and you did well, remember from now on, please the women, and she will please you.. .. is the solidarity. No ... that's not the word. Consistency? No, that's not it either. How do I say this? I love being Master's slave because the role itself becomes my home. It's like a safe little cottage for my heart.I do everything Master asks me to, but the truth is that he takes just as much care of me as I do for him. I hate making decisions, really. Nothing makes me more nervous. I actually will have small panic attacks when I'm faced with a choice. The day after Master took me in, he. And she also gave D a big kiss on the lips a big hug D was in no doubt now that this wasn't just going to be an ordinary night and she could feel her pussy getting wet Jo brought the drinks in double vodka and coke all round they were sat on the setee for a bit talking and drinking,when Phil sugested a game of strip poker, Jo said yes for both her and D and went to sort the table out and get the cards out, she shouted them to come in Phil sat one side and Jo and. There was also a four-drawer filing cabinet and a desk. The cabinet was open, the desk was locked. "Do you have the key?" I asked Billings."It's one of these two. The other is for the cabinet."The top left drawer contained garbage: packs of Kleenex, parts of rolls of lozenges and Tums, a vast number of pink message pad sheets with phone numbers, dates, jottings and nothing to link them to reality. The next drawer seemed to be full of used Kleenex. I dumped it into the wastebasket to discover.