Her hand finally slipped into her panties and teased her clit in anticipation.The black Range Rover headed down the M4 motorway, sticking religiously ...to the posted speed restrictions. Beside Doctor Morbius sat a stunning redheaded girl, about eighteen years of age. Her father believed that she was spending her time skiing in the Pyrenean resort of Gourette while, in actuality, Olivia had been his guest at Grantham for the past four weeks.She'd never even managed to leave the country. His men. He picked the towel up and dried himself telling himself he could be just as open as his sister even if he had a boner and she watched him as it bounced from his movements.Not bothering to finish dressing Babs sat on the edge of her bed and turned on the television and cable box. She flipped through the channels only finding dumb sitcoms they both hated and one movie channel. Tempted not to let her beat him in showing she was more adult about being naked then he was he climbed up on what was. I knew the night was far from over and began to feel my panties becoming damp. Master stated he felt like playing a twisted little game of find the key to the chastity belt. Hmm…I pondered how this could become twisted but knowing Master’s mind, I was sure it’d be some wacky mind trip for me! “Veni! Go get your collar”. I rushed to retrieve it from the bedroom and handed it to Master. “I will put it loosely around your neck.” He buckled it on the last grommet so that it hung down almost to my. She watched as he looked at her looking at him, and felt strangely at peace. He began to move. Slowly and deliberately she watched him open his shirt, then pulling his arms out of the sleeves gracefully. With the same deliberate smooth slowness, she watched him take off his shoes and socks. His hands moved to his waist, unbuckled his belt, and snapped the waistband open. She heard the snap, then the sound of the zipper being pulled, and watched as the jeans opened, dropped, and were put with.