No?" Kitty hesitated."That's, 'no Mistress Samantha,'" she corrected."No, Mistress Samantha," Kitty repeated."Good girl," Mistress Samantha cooed, "bu... you're going to need a lotmore training." With that, she traced a finger down the middle of Kitty'sbody, reaching under her dress and removing the panties, which werealready thoroughly soaked with Kitty's arousal."See, this is what I mean," chuckled Mistress Samantha, "you need tolearn some control, some patience, the anticipation that makes. Whenshe went to the kitchen to bring refreshments I could see her onher knees with her fine naked ass pointing to the camera. Iwatched her lift her drink to her mouth and I saw her lipspressed to her sister's cunt. When I looked in her eyes I couldsee the sad, embarrassed, humiliated expression and the tearsrunning down her cheeks. I almost lost it in my pants again.Finally I willed my boner to go down long enough to excuse myselfand return to my room where I sat and thought over all I. As she wraps her arms around my thighs I open my legs and hold and direct her head. An older woman’s tongue on my clit and cunt lips, a long term fantasy with my man watching and masturbating. Sexual magic. I am so wet.My whole body is shaking and trembling as I orgasm. Once, twice, thee times in quick succession. Magical lesbian sex while I watch my man masturbating.“Now you Liz. Love your tits glorious tits,” I whisper as I stand her against the wall alongside my man and commence licking and. He couldn't talk to her about the problem ... not without possibly reawakening horrible memories that would destroy her again. It wasn't just the rape he was worried about. If she remembered killing her rapist, he knew it would torment her for the rest of her life. She was just that kind of person. At the same time, he couldn't live a lie with her. If he did that, and THEN she remembered her past ... it would destroy them both.By the time he picked her up for dinner, he'd thought about it most.