The tingles got even stronger when she felt Randall’s hand slide up under her dress. In an intense movement of his hand, her thong was tugged off of... her instantly and landed on the hardwood floor beside where they stood. Jen immediately felt her pussy drip its hot gooeyness as it was now exposed. The hot mess evading her hot tender slit trailed a path down her inner thigh, and she moaned from the warm trickle now having made its way down to her inner knee. Jen then felt her body jolt as Randall. If she stays still, his hands remain in control. Silently, in complete stillness she wills him to continue. His hands understand. He reaches between her thighs to the waiting flesh between her legs. His caresses become specific. Intentional. Purposeful. She breathes. Can he hear? She does not know. She is breath and flesh. She is sensation and pleasure. He can hear. He loves the sound. It speaks to him, adding to his own pleasure. His touch intensifies. Warm. Firm. Exploring. Massaging.. “Oh? Another girl giving you trouble? I’m honored you didn’t just pick up the phone, Xavier,” Master L said, ruffling his big hands through his curly hair. “No,” Xavier said softly. “No, I’m training a young one for the Convention this year and I want to see what you think of him.” “You’re entering this year? Good for you,” Master L said lightly. “It’s about time - you’ve been purchasing up half the breeding stock on both sides of the Atlantic.” A quick, easy grin flickered up the side of his. She actually wetted his face, what never had happened to her before. So far, so good. Their second scenario is more complicated to replay, as so many new nice naughty and terrible things occured to her, bent over his lap. Much more embarrassing than just standing fully nude in front of him with her private parts extremely exposed. His hot severe slaps at her teenie tight bums and his sweet caresses of her ass in between had overwhelmed her. Before she even realized, his fingers attacked her.