Another slave had slipped Yvette's dress on her and she now stood, fully clothed, alongside Yvonne."You may leave," said Grand Master Tyrone. He was ...ot giving permission. It was an order and both girls knew it. Squire Adamson beckoned them and walked with them out the front door and down the driveway toward the main gate."Do not try to sneak in again," he warned. "At Twelve Oaks you are either a Master or a slave. It is obvious that neither of you is a Mistress or Domme and never will. Having completed the tour of themain part of the house Jane was keen to show her mother the annex - aself-contained apartment above the garage block. Simon had told Jane thatthe previous owner had a live in Nanny for their children who had stayedthere but that he had never used it. Jane grabbed the keys and led hermother across the drive and up the exterior staircase to the doorway."Well this has lots of potential Jane," observed her mother, "I mean, Icould live here quite comfortably. Sell my. Kissing your flat tummy and tickling softly with my fingertips, I gently blew on your moistened skin. Desiring more pressure on your aroused pussy, your hips now rose to meet my hand. I obliged and snaked my fingers under the fabric touching your womanhood; slick with need. As I continued to kiss you, lower now, I teased your entrance with my finger tip, and then spread your moisture upward. Tracing the outline of your swollen lips, up and down, around your clit, and then, only to touch your. She looked down and saw that a large patch of wetness had seeped through the cloth of her riding breeches. Amazed and confused, she had a sudden overwhelming desire to rub her pussy mound through her clothes. Emma began to massage herself, the urgent motions of her hand quickly growing more desperate by the minute. She eased her horse back into an easy walking gait. The steady up and down movement of the saddle began to match the intensifying pressure of her hand; she felt as if she were.