I just had to plan exactly how I wanted to go about bringing it to fruition.Of course, I could order ANY of my girls into ANY situation at ANY time. B...ut, this girl and this situation meant a very big change was going to be made. It had to be handled with both firmness and gentleness. To have compassion, yet still be the Master, can be like a walk on a tightrope sometimes.If you've followed the story this far, you probably already have it figured out.We'll see if you're right, hmm?After the. One day I get caught, she noticed me that I’m watching her boobs while sweeping and she didn’t asked anything about it but after few day I got red handed she caught me while she takes bath she hide her boobs with her hands and stared me angrily. I came down and came to home after few hours she called me I went to her with fear she warned me that if I repeat this I will inform to your parents I said sorry to her.Few days I didn’t done anything then I continued it she caught me again and warned. Hostile, no. Under, between soft thighs, there’s such warmth, such slick smoothness. Exactly what it likes. But it searches and searches, probes and pokes. The wetness must come from somewhere, it understands enough to know this is the little creature’s reproductive organ, but an entrance to her body can’t be found there.Agnes clenches as tightly as she can when she feels tentacles touching her there, she remembers reading about women who can contract their vaginal muscles so hard they can only. She yanked off my shirt then and leaned back, arching her back as she rocked us harder and harder. She was almost screaming as she bounced up and down my lap. Our juices were splashing and slurping from the intensity. She leaned back into me as we humped each other faster and faster. We gazed into each other's eyes as we came close to a huge orgasm. Sweat from her body was dripping onto mine, making me throb even harder inside her. I thrust faster and harder, filling her up as much as I.