My pussy was getting wetter and wetter by this time and even more so when she began to unbutton her white blouse. "Miss Wilson, could you come here," ...she ordered. I stood up and walked to her. Our faces inches apart. She kissed me making me more wet. I kissed her back and I gasped when I felt her hand went up my short skirt and began fondling my drenched pussy. "Now, now, these simply must come off," Miss Pearce said. She pulled my panties down with both hands and I stepped out of them. "Lay. Also, whenever I touch her or hold her in a joking manner, she wouldn’t mind it. All this while, I thought her mind was all clean but until last week. She came to college wearing churidar with silky patiala pants & shawl. Her figure is an average figure with nice pair of boobs and adequate curves at the right places. I used to always stare at her boobs. It is of a fluffy type which is perfect for sucking & pressing hard. Her complexion is of a medium type, neither fair nor dark.Back on to. " I chuckle softly, "Yes Sir, i'll be ready." she says with apprehension and excitement mixed in her voice. "I'll see you then.".She knows how to be dressed for this, and is ready for me when I arrive at her house. I firmly believe in and love public humiliation. It is the true test of a slave. Now some Master's enjoy having their sluts in public dressed as total sluts. They are nice to look at but with my older slaves I like to mix their business wear with the garish slut motif. So as I enter. Since it isn’t the day for washing clothes or linens, her mother would be suspicious. So Emily Elizabeth devises of a way to work around her problem by bundling up her sheets and tossing them out the window. Satisfied, she showers and then heads down to get some breakfast.“Good morning, young lady,” her mother says upon seeing the girl. “You’re running late this morning.”Emily Elizabeth looks at the table. Her father isn’t in his usual place, which means only one of two things: she slept in or.