Even though the slave had never recalled being sexually attracted to another woman, it had to admit that this woman was not bad. The more that slave ...ead the profile the more that it knew that this could possibly be the one. It sent Master an email to let Him know what was going on. The slave couldn’t wait to hear what Master had to say. The slave waited by the computer with the phone beside it waiting for Master’s reply. It seemed like forever before it got it. Master was glad to hear. You will, won't you?" Without waiting for an answer, she rolled off the bed and padded over to her dresser. She opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around for a few seconds, then turned to me, a bad-girl smile on her lips. She held a jet-black dildo in her hand, attached to a leather harness. With a lot of giggling and teasing between the two of us, we managed to fasten the eight-inch cock around my hips. Then Cherie lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs wide apart for me. She. .!? Yes?! We had known each other for a little more than an hour and she undressed in the middle of my living room - I then did the same and we went stark naked to the bathroom and showered together - We soaped each other in, she did my cock very carefully, I did her pussy very carefully and we did each others back - I used the shower head on her pussy and on her clit to make sure all soap was gone and she got a little excitement.Under the shower we kissed again and I was a little more brave. I heard him come in the apartment. My pussy got a little wetter, wanting and knowing it was going to get his attention. I heard his slight intake of breath as he opened the door to our room. I could feel his gaze practically eating up my appearance, heard him undressing himself. All the while I was pretending to read my book. I had read the same sentence like six times already and my wiggling was increasing, making my pussy even more wet. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing.