About a month after our first intercourse, one fatal morning (the season Mr. H.... rarely or never visited me in) I was in my closet, where my toilet ...stood, in nothing but my shift, a bed gown and under petticoat. Will was with me, and both ever too well disposed to baulk an opportunity. For my part, a whim, a wanton toy had just taken me, and I had challenged my man to execute it on the spot, who hesitated not to comply with my humour: I was set in the arm chair, my shift and petticoat up, my. Soon he came more close as suggested by the person behind the rider. The next moment I peeped through the mirror, I was glad to see even the other person tries to touch her ass. I was excited to see two hands gently brushing my gals ass.I moved my bike little back so that they get to feel her completely. I could see one hand gently moved little up to tough her belt. Later he tried to touch her panties. I was shocked that my stupid wife was still not realising that people where feeling her ass. Not even something as innocent as a simple hug. The only time I've had contact of that sort with them is when Holly and I have held what have become impromptu counseling sessions in order to help them deal with the loss of their masters or lovers. For some of them it is quite obvious that their owners had indeed become their family and not just someone to whom they had to give their bodies on demand.It is interesting to observe those who had less friendly (or even slightly adversarial). " Alexis licked her lips.Vanessa was so caught up in the moment her rational mind said goodbye. Her whole life, she wanted to live in a world of magic and now she was in one, and this sexy creature was pulling her into it in full force. Alexis shot another magical beam at her and her bra began kneading and caressing her breasts while her panties began tracing her clit as if a finger was running across the top of it. Vanessa gasped and fell back onto the bed as her nether regions began to.