David sensed more than actually heard his sister sigh; her body shifted slightly and somehow he could feel the sense of resignation that radiated from...his sister; he also thought the vague muskiness that he could smell was starting to grow in intensity. He smiled and slowly reached out a hand."Just a little longer Sis and you can go back to work," he whispered.Jennifer held the hem of her skirt at waist height and tried to think of anything but sex but her mind kept replaying the video she had. She so wants to feel her Master inside her. Or feel her tickle her. The thought of her new Master tickling her almost undoes her.“That’s it little whore clean me up,” Ms. Jones tells her as she grinds her hips against her face. When she is finished she looks up at her Master and smiles. Again she leans in and kisses her mound.“Stand up. Turn around.” she is commanded and quickly she does as she is told.Amy is pushed against stall. She can feel her Master’s hands pull her shirt up. And as if her. She hesitated outside the door feeling the butterflies start to do wheelies in her tummy and the involuntary tightening of her sphincter muscle that always signaled her desire to have sex. She hoped her panties were not showing the betraying wet spot marking her as a bad girl.Her hand was raised to knock on the door when Mr. Nick opened it before her fist could hit the wood."Oh, Mr. Nick, I was going to ask you for some sugar. I forgot to get some at the market last week and I can't drink my. "In time, you'll takemore."She knelt in front of him and removed his Trojan. She then proceeded tolick him clean of any last drops before sitting across from him andbegan sipping her champagne. After a few minutes and another glass, shegot up and took his hand. She led him to the couch and they sattogether, looking at the lights of the strip and pecking kisses forabout an hour, until Aimee finally got up, restless."So, how about we get you out of this wedding dress now honey," saidAimee winking.