’ Slowly, I felt his fingers, one at first, and then another, slide inside me. ‘I don’t want you to stop.’ I released what was left of the ten...sion and apprehension in my chest and leaned into him. He pressed his fingers further and further into me. We both exhaled with every thrust and I opened my legs wider for him. I wanted more, I wanted what I could feel under his disheveled uniform. But I did not want him to stop what he was doing, not for a second. He picked up his pace and I could hear. .what the hell is going on?" I saidkind of mad and scared at the same time. Michael isn't a small guy. Hetowered over me. I'm very small for a guy in size and height. Michael is6'1" and is the one for the football team's star wide receivers. So he wasbuilt too. He was always in the gym staying fit for the next season. WhereI always felt less like a man anyway just standing next to him. Being only5'5" and not very strong and pretty thin compared to him. So to show a bitof anger towards him is. . Daniella remembered she needed to get ready. Needed to take a long, emptying pee and then get back into those rubber panties for Mistress. The thought of the soft rubber, caressing her clit made her drift even more for a moment. But the urge to obey was rapidly becoming stronger than her need to drift and play with her aching nipples. Obey... obey... obey... She saw Dominica's booted legs in front of her, felt herself kneeling on the floor looking up at them. She could feel Mistress' hands on. They arrived on time - while Sam was "waiting in line." The music was loud enough to drown out any sounds they might have made when they came in so she also didn't hear when I let Rick and Laurel into the bedroom.Rick had Laurel already dressed as a poor, slave girl. She had worn a dress on the way over to cover up her outfit but took it off and left it in the other room. When they entered the bedroom, Laurel crawled in on all fours wearing an obviously old, worn pair of pink bikini panties and.