"You're getting all wet," Cathy whispered."Boys get wet when they're horny," I said."Then you must really be horny," Cathy said, smiling, and increasi...g the length of her strokes."Oh, yeah!" I said. "Am I ever. That's really beginning to feel good." It was feeling so good, in fact, that I was on the verge of coming. Not just an ordinary come, but a really hard come. Cathy's hand-job was the best one I had ever had. She might not have known how, but she had learned in a hurry. I also suspected. Woh bola ki main kisi bhi tarah Saleha ko aise kaam me pakad lu jisse me usse blackmail kar saku to mera kaam ho sakta hai aur iss liye mujhe aapki zaroorat haisahil ne mujhse madad mangi, maine kaha ki main isme kya kar sakta hoon? Woh bola ki tum kisi bhi tarah se meri behan Saleha ko fuck karo to mera kaam ho jayega. Maine socha ki yeh saala lagta hai mujhe check karne ke liye aisa bol raha hai. Maine usse bola ki Sahil mere aur tumhari behan ke bich kuch nahi, agar tum check karna chahte ho. I immediately stood, my head bowed, looking at Her boots, my hands behind my head, resting on the end of my slavehawk strip of hair. Mistress Jennifer was what some people might call a mannish woman. She was tall and strong, with a brownish blond head of hair kept short enough that it never got in her eyes when she rode or fought. Her body and clothes smelled strongly of the dairy cows and horses She owned, which Her slaves worked with, which i would soon be milking, feeding, and caring for. I backed up a few steps to see if I could hear my parents, and then shoved my hands down my shorts until my eager fingers wrapped around my stiff cock.I watched hungrily as Shelby continued to feel up her boobs, pinching the nipples and pushing them together. I worked my meat with gusto, closing my eyes every few seconds and moaning just loud enough that she would not hear me. I had gotten so caught up in my masturbation that I didn't notice that Shelby had wrapped a towel around herself and.