She wanted to touch herself, to feel her wetness, to press her fingers against her clitoris, to rub herself to orgasm. But the waiting was such sweetn...ess, an aching sweetness. She had never felt herself get as wet as she was now, not even when she was pleasuring herself in the privacy of her bedroom, with every fantasy available to her. This girl had made her come once and was delaying April's further pleasure in order to torture her, to make her beg for it, to make her cry out, "please put. I know it,s tight on top, but don,t suppose you,ll leave it on long any way!” she giggled happily at my praise. She was absolutely correct in her statement as soon we were laying on a single lounger with me untying her halter so I could kiss, lick and suck her delightful boobies till I moved down to her navel which turns her on even more. Once I,d given her belly button loads of attention and she was squirming with her breath coming in short gasps I peeled her bottoms off and proceeded to. .. ?" Miriam needs my help, Joel. If I send her back, she'll probably choose to stay a slave forever. Here, she has a chance." ... a chance to fold the laundry. I see." Smart ass. If you must know, Miriam basically follows me around waiting for instructions. If I tell her to buzz off and do her own thing, she gets this sad look on her face, and just waits for me in her room. I have to occupy her time with something, just to keep the both of us sane. Besides, it's a whole lot kinder than. She would slowly massage the balls, now and then squeezing gently, each time squeezing a little harder. She was gauging how much pressure he enjoyed. My own balls could feel her touch.In an instant Sarah stopped and stood up."We need to move to a more comfortable room." She expressed. With that, Sarah reached down, grabbed Roger's cock and led him to our bedroom. I remained seated as the Sarah walked past pulling Roger by his cock like a puppy on a leash."You coming? Let me re-phrase that. Are.