“W-what do you mean?” she asked. I ran my hands slowly down her sides, tracing her figure through the bulky shape of the sweater until I reached h...r hips. One hand moved along her front, slowly towards her crotch until it rested there, pressing gently, but firmly against it. She froze, with paper and CDs in hand, unsure what to do. I took that opportunity and slid my fingers under the waistband of her thighs and let them crawl down between her legs.I found her panties, and slid inside those. I then started massaging her thighs and she started to squirm and moan.I now concentrated on her cunt and with my fingers had started probe her depth, she sizzled like a snake, and I held her tightly in my grip by her waist and discovered her clitoris, I started unhooding the thick flesh on the clitoris with the thumb. When I pulled the hood down with pressure, she groaned with delight, then I started manipulating the clitoris with slow circular motions around its base and moving up and jabbing. Since I didn't have anything going on at the time I told her I was down for that so over the course of the next month and a half we chatted on the computer nearly every day for about an hour talking about our turn on's turn off's, fantasies etc. By the end of the first week we were ready to fuck each other's brains out but we had over an hour's drive separating us and she had responsibilities to take care of and would have to plan a meet up according to her hectic domestic duties. This. Master Ron isnearly six feet in height and very well-muscled, the product of his workas a bricklayer. Master Jim is over 6 feet in height, also muscular fromthe sport he plays - rugby. Both of them happily use their physicaldomination over us to keep us in the places we have been given - at thebottom of the heap.The four of them, via Jennifer, were announcing to the two of us theirplans for the weekend ahead. Neither Molly nor I had any idea what iscoming."Right, girls, now this is Belle, or.