"Shut the fuck up Derrick, She's really nice. Why can't you just give hera fucking chance?" they all backed off while Derrick assessed the damageto hi... nose. "Look just lay off her ok?"He couldn't understand it, his feelings had changed toward her. But why,had it really been just because that stranger had forced him to be niceto her? "No" he told himself, "It was being up close, seeing her smile,her pretty blue eyes. The way she'd kissed his aching fingers."They'd won the game and half the. Amanda thought the statement unnecessary. She had ceased to care for what he disciplined her when he started using the pain-then-pleasure crop.Amanda gasped when there was a sudden pressure against her slit. She trembled when she realized it was the crop.The Slavemaster slid the crop back and forth, pressing until it bent and indented the seal. Amanda bit her lip to withhold a whimper. She could feel the pressure and the slide of the thin crop between her labia, but no stimulation reached. I was sure the noises we were making would be enough to alert my parents, their beautiful daughter and their friend John, were engaging in the very act they were, but I cared not a jot, I could feel myself cumming, a feeling so powerful, noting would pull me from his cock.I could feel his pubic hair against my labia as I ground down on him, he groaned my name as he too felt the powerful urge to release into my 'silken purse', and I lent forward, placing my hands on his chest, we were in our. That was when I felt a strange feeling; a mixture of jealousy and excitement at the thought that the postman may see her in her scanty underwear. The thoughts stayed with me all day and the more I thought about it the more I was getting unexpectedly aroused. I considered phoning her to ask but didn’t. So it was not until dinner that evening that I casually broached the subject. “Did your parcel arrive ok?” I enquired casually. “Yes, no problem, just after you left actually. Didn’t you see him.