Master" The days passed by slowly until Tuesday arrived. I left work early that day, gave my body a final shave, put on some undies, black corselet ...nd base make-up then ventured out to his place. I made the final change out of pants in an empty parking lot, then put on my wig and final make-up. Alone and filled with feelings of super eroticism and apprehension, I headed out to His place. The cool fall air felt chilly around my miniskirted legs, and my black thi-top nylons offered little. She checked her compass. It wasn’t pointing towards the tunnel. But it was moving. Swinging from the north. Slowly, but surely, moving west. She saw a group of men moving towards the tunnel. Their leader was dressed like a businessman down on his luck – suit astray, shirt untucked, hair unkempt. He looked forlorn. The one beside him on the other hand was animated with a frenzy, all smiles with the charm of a shark.In the businessman’s arms, a man – no, a boy, lay still. The compass pointed. Finally exhaling, glancing down, again slipping just a single hand from back behind her neck, fingering the chain between her breasts, tugging upwards, aligning, clamping the center links between her teeth as she cranes her neck forward, she assumes the position, interlocks both hands behind the mask , jerks her chin upwards, just as her sister’s pose.?Ooomph!? A suppressed moan, her breasts quivering, she stares toward the webcam.Feeling the tenseness of the clamps painfully tugging at her. During the presentation they were eyeing me up, they didn't even bother about David being aware, in fact they asked few questions appearing more interested trying to look up my skirt.I sat with crossed legs, I made sure that they could see my thigh above my stocking tops.When we stopped for coffee, Malik put his hand up my skirt as I served coffee to Ali and Abdul, he went up above my stocking top and rubbed the inside of my thigh.I was tingling, my legs parted naturally and I expected and.