I walk through the door and turn to face you. "Shut the door and take off your clothes." You narrow your blue eyes at me. "Is there something you woul... like to say?" You pull your shirt over your head and then begin unbuttoning your jeans. "No babe." I grab your face and lean in close. My nails are cut short. I like to use my hands a lot in my work and don't believe in those fake long red claws. "It's Miss or Mistress for now. Got it?" Your pants fall to the floor and you nod. "Pick that up and. "I didn't tell you to move- now spread your legs again." Now the officer started at her ankles and very gently started to move upwards, caressing her legs. This was now having a serious effect on Jenny, her pussy was starting to feel extremely wet. The officer's hands continued upwards, now pushing up her dress. The officer didn't stop there; she moved her hands onto the thin material of Jenny's damp panties and gently rubbed up and down her wet mound. Jenny slowly looked down and saw that. You recognize the subtle but distinct humming sound. She's masturbating. The thought of her vibing her pussy while listening to you get fucked triggers another release, this time squirting on me and splashing as your hips thrash. Your phone vibrates illuminating the room in it's artificial glow. You put a finger to my lips as you reach for the device. It's your boyfriend, fuck! He's sent you a dick pic with the caption "we miss you". The erect penis in the photograph gives you pause, it's. “I said that they have a farm. My dad owns a company and runs it.”Harmony knew enough about the mistress/slave thing to not pursue the conversation at this point. The two of them were riding in luxury on a private jet and Harmony knew that her only job at the moment was to give her mistress pleasure. She set her tongue and lips and teeth to work and soon had Kristi squealing and squirming in delight.Afterwards, Kristi pulled her shorts back up and kept Harmony kneeling between her legs. .