After the late lunch around 5pm our friends had left, my hubby was a bit drunk from the number of drinks he had and went upstairs to shower and soon w...as past out. I bathed our daughter and then first watched some tv with her, before she fell asleep. I carried her to her bed and then went to have a shower and hopped into bed as well, falling asleep soon afterwards. I woke up to my husband playing with my pussy. He started to make me real horny as I slowly widen my legs for him as he fingered me.. After that woman had served the Dominus, she faced Gretchen.“What is your name, girl, and what can you do?”“My name is Gretchen.”“Phyllis.”“I don’t know much about cooking. I’ve washed the dirt off vegetables and peeled them. One thing you should know.”“I know all about cooking.”“I’m close to my period. I think the jolting of the chariot might have brought it on.” Women who were bleeding were generally not used to prepare food. Mutter thought it a superstition, but Mutter had not learned much. I couldn’t take much more and made an involuntary moan that separated our mouths. He lifted himself slightly; his cock now in sight, rubbing on my pelvis. I looked down in anticipation. He bucked his hips a few more times quickly. “Oh my god.” He whimpered. “OH fucking god. Yes.” Then he slowed almost to a stop and buried his head in my shoulder. A few seconds seemed to pass and then suddenly his cock bounced and burst cum towards my chest. He let out a muffled grunt into my shoulder as he. Even so, it was pleasant to fantasize. Her other hand moved downward,her fingertips sliding over the fabric of her nightgown. It reachedthe juncture between her legs, and two - three - fingers rubbed hernether lips through the layers of fabric. She moaned and fell onto herback, her legs parted slightly to give her fingers better access. Shelay there, panting, then her hips began to move to the rhythm of thosefingers."Ohh... yes... yes - NO!" She spoke the last word loudly. Her hand shotup.