So far I had managed to limit myself to sneaking a look in Steph’s underwear drawer and only briefly opening the wardrobe to see her collection of d...esses. That was three days ago. I turned around and looked down at the bed. My cock was already quivering at the thought of wearing her delicately embroidered yellow summer dress, with its frilly white hemline. I told myself that I needed to remember exactly where I had found it, and made a mental note. I pulled the curtains shut and then stripped. He then found the icon, opened up google and began typing in mastubation and hit search, then the results page opened up and I told him to click on the first result, it was a porn site and showed lots of pictures of girls with their hands on their pussys. We click on one which opened us a video with a girl poking her fingers in and out of her pussy, getting louder each time she inserted her fingers in. We both became really turned on by this and I could feel my dick growing in my pants and. She was sweating and her tube top just clung to her so tightly it looked like it would rip if she moved the wrong way. She got into the front seat with me and her camel toe was driving me nuts. She was talking about the school and all the classes she was in. I wasn't really listening and every time I looked at her I got stiffer. There were still a couple of hours to kill before everybody else got home from work. Jen asked if she could work on her tan. I said yes, of course. Jen went upstairs to. I swear; Wendy transported herself between seated on the bed and kneeling in front of me without moving.“Yes, Master. I swear to serve you always in all ways.”“Then wear this collar and do not offer it to me again unless you intend to leave me.” I put the collar around her neck and she collapsed against my legs hugging herself to me.“Thank you, master. Thank you. I love you.”“Why are you still dressed?” I demanded. Wendy is normally a well-ordered and self-disciplined person. I’ve never seen an.