She was moaning in pleasure as we heard the door open again, we had forgotten about Laura and gone into our own world. Laura walked in and looked shoc...ed, she stood there with her mouth open in disbelief at what she was seeing, 2 people she had only just met were getting sexed up in her Motor home in her driveway just a stones thrown from her neighbours. “What are you doing?” she asked, obviously she knew what we were doing but it was just a knee-jerk question to a situation like this. She then. ......... I couldn't believe it. There was a girl. Naked. "Ok," I thought, "Master had gone utterly senile." The minuscule part of my brain that Wasn't simply frozen in shock took in the situation. "Ok....there is a beautiful, naked girl calmly lounged on Master's bed, blindfolded. No wait.. theres a chain attached to her delicate collar....she's chained to the bed...hum.. Her skin looked smooth to the touch and shiny. She had straight, shoulder length Jet black hair.... but what on earth. I saw her many times over the next few weeks and she acted neighborly as usual. She was always friendly and we would talk about everyday things, mainly if I was ready for higher responsibilities. It became very uncomfortable for me to talk to her and it felt like she kept catching me stealing peeks at her nice boobs. One day I was outside cleaning the back yard of it’s over growth work with my father. Leelavathi strolled over and was talking about this and that with my Dad she mentioned that. Als ich die Taschentücher herausnehmefällt mir auf, dass das eine feucht ist. Ich kann mir schon denken , wozuRalf sie benutzt hat. Es ist schon alles sehr sonderbar: erst dieser Traum,und nun sitze ich auf dem Bett meine Mitbewohners mit einem seiner vollgewichstenTaschentücher in der Hand und rieche daran. Schnell tue ich die Taschentücherin den Mülleimer aus der Küche, aber ich bemerke, dass Zeige- undMittelfinger und Daumen etwas feucht geworden sind. Soll ich? Ich habe noch immer den.