"With that, Mistress Catherine walked over to the two sleeping women."Sandy, can you hear me?"Sandy responded, "Yes, Mistress." Her voice had taken on...a tone of satisfaction, but still had a breathiness that betrayed a certain level of arousal."Excellent. In a moment I am going to bring you out of trance. Are you ready for that?" If that is what you want, Mistress." Once again, Mistress Catherine marveled at how lucky she had been to find this girl."It is what I want, Sandy. But I also want you. Jack liked the sound as he continued to probe her, lick her, and enjoy her increasing arousal. Finally, she whispered, “Oh, Jack, put your hand inside me. Your whole hand.”He probed her vagina with two fingers, then with three. She was wet, but not wet enough. Jack fished into his backpack and found the tube of lube he brought. He spread it all over his fingers. Finally, he slowly pushed his entire hand inside and moved his fingers, slid his hand back and forth, and up and down. At the same. I went to school all day thinking of what happened in that morning ,i was hard all day .. it couldn't get out of my head all day,,,i finished school it was Friday ,,my dad went work late and my grand ma went to her village its like 3 hours far away ,,,she had a funeral , there was no excuse to take the maid with her,,,me and the maid were home alone ,,i was in my room ,,thinking of a way to do that woman ,,i was hard in my loose boxers ,,i never been like that hard ,,and then suddenly,she came. I had began to love the taste and loved to swallow as much as I could. It made me feel wonderful inside to accept his manly essence. I had the best orgasm with him also, sometimes I would come two or three times when we were togthether. My best memory of Mr. Miller though, involved something alittle different than our usual sessions. I told my parents I was going to a friend's house and rode my bike to the Millers. It was dark by now and I knew he would be home alone tonight. When he got home.