“Oh my Mistress, if feels so good!” Pamela laughs a husky laugh as she slowly runs her warm tongue between Cindy’s breasts, Cindy is doing her... best to hold still but she quivers all over as Pamela moves her attention across Cindy’s flat belly. “Oh Mistress show me how it is really done, show me what a real woman can do!” Pamela rolls Cindy over on her right side and picks up her left leg and slides in between Cindy’s legs until her bare kitty is pushing against Cindy’s pubic mound. She. ..but didn't wake up. "Time to get up". I told him, reminding him he'd promised to get up to take in the delivery. However, he just grunted and pulled the covers up over his head. "Wakey, wakey!" I chirped and yanked the duvet off of the bed. He was furious...and more than a little embarrassed...I couldn't miss the massive bulge stretching the tight fabric of his boxer shorts. "Ooops!" I said, finding it difficult not to stare at the contours of his semi-hard cock, which was considerably. What can you tell me about this" I probed. Ben was across from my chair in one of the overstuffed leather style chairs clients can relax in. He wouldn't make eye-contact, he lowered his gaze and sighed. "Well sir, I mean yes it's true that she did catch me using.. y'know.. a dildo on myself yes" Said Ben."She said you were obviously pleasuring yourself Ben, she said you had a 'raging boner' and..." Ben interrupted to confess more ".. its all true, I guess she saw everything, I don't know why. I deflected my friends' sarcasm away from Marta. For a few hours everyweekend we ignored the future and lived in the present. I helped herwith her homework and prepped her for high school exit exam. We wentto movies on Third Street, saw all the chick flicks, and cried andlaughed together. We bought bras, panties, makeup, little cotton sundresses, camisoles, strappy sandals, and skimpy nighties. I invitedher to Prom with a bouquet of red roses and a verse.My life was a puzzle,Of mismatched.