Jean grabbed him; she pulled his head down and kissed him. Mark pulled her in tighter and happily returned the kiss. When his hand started sliding dow...n to grip her arse, Jean pulled back and said, “No, I have work to do. I’ll help you with your little problem later.”“What’s little?” Mark said indignantly.“Not your ego, that’s for sure,” Jean retorted and laughed at his pout.Mark then grinned, slapped her bum gently and dropped a quick kiss on her lips before gathering up his sacks and heading. Belinda was brash and loud, I was shy and contemplative. I guess our personalities, though different, worked for us. Belinda could out scream and out cheer anyone she ran into. She was very sure of herself and very confident that she'd always get what she wanted.I, on the other hand, didn't talk much and for a quarterback, I had a surprising lack of swagger. I wasn't the gunslinger type. Our coach knew that I was more the thinking type. I was the one who was always going to go for the safer. I knew when to be compliant and now was one of them. ‘Belinda, that angle Ok?’ Master asked. Through the legs of the chair, I watched the Domme position herself as Master forced my legs open. I tried, I really tried to hold them closed, but to no avail. She sat back on her heels. I felt her soft, cool hands open my labia. Her fingers felt foreign as they ran from back to front on the inside of my sopping labia. Her long nails added an unfamiliar sensation. I willed myself not give in to her. I grabbed her head down toward my face and kissed her with so much passion it scared Sara a little, but she didn’t pull back, just the opposite, she push her tongue passed my lips and we started to tongue war by sucking and massaging each other’s tongue.My hands roamed her body as the kiss lasted longer and longer. The heavier the kiss the bolder my hands became. I reached around the front of her bra and unclasped it pushing it off her shoulders. Letting it fall she grabbed my unbutton shirt.