Yup. My immediate first thought, was cum, but I knew Fred had worn a rubber, so, it had to be option two, it was lube, leaking from my hole. My ass…...rrr…pussy, was leaking lube from our play.I went into the house, and stuck my hand down the back of my pants, and slid my finger into my slippery hole. I think my hole was closed, as opposed to gaping, but my finger slid in with no noticeable resistance or friction.Hmm. It felt sooo good. I was still coming to terms with the fact that I’d been. I had to stroke and flick my clitoris my body was in a heightened state of arousal and needed to be satisfied. I was just starting to feel the pleasure building in my body when my aunt walked back into the bathroom. My feet were planted on the floor of the bath pushing my groin up and out of the water as my fingers rubbed and flicked my clitoris, my other hand was groping my breast and feeding my nipple into my mouth.My aunt shouted at me calling me a slut and started to grab at me trying to. When she knew they were coming over, Jennifer would answer the door while wearing a leather S&M outfit she had borrowed from Renee. I’d be on all fours on the floor barking like a dog with a leather mask over my face, wearing nothing but my boxers and some handcuffs. The expressions and stammering comments from these shocked sorority girls was always hilarious. Brittany and Renee would often be hiding behind the kitchen counter so they could watch and listen, trying not to laugh out loud.Winter. .. I beg you to let me g-go... b-back... “Could this be Julia? His original Julia? Begging to go back to a task designed to drive her to the verge of utter exhaustion? Yes... it was... oh it was!Quentin re-filled Julia’s glass... and his own.“Relax girl,” he said condescendingly. “You don’t often get a chance to do so.”“P-Please... Master... I must w-work.”“Just do as you are told Julia,” said Quentin sternly. “You are still my slave... as well as being that of your Mistress...”Julia sobbed and.