“What?” “Don’t you think we should make the fire like you said?” And after a beat she added, “Master.” “It’s just so difficult for ...e to stay focussed on your orders if I’m cold.” She cupped her still covered breasts in her hands. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. There are a couple of logs over there, why don’t you grab them?” “Oh, baby, I don’t know if I can lift those. They look heavy.” “Alright, then. Why don’t you get off me so I can go grab them?” “Oh,” she giggled, “right.” She stood up,. “How far is it ok to touch you then?”“I'm...not...oh I'm such a bitch about this.” She actually looked a little upset.“It's all right I said.”“Not that I....we can't....” she bit her lip. “We can't ever touch my naked pussy in any way.” she said in a rush. “Through the panties or my clothes yes. If you masturbate me. But I have to stay covered...or it's just...” she let her sentence trail off.“I can't let that happen. Is that terrible of me to say that?” she asked. I smiled and shook my. Jennifer was ultra hot, and was majoring in psychology. She had a car, and traveled to exotic places on school breaks (Cancun, Ibiza, Bali) even though she came from a poor family. Jeremy said he heard she had bilked a rich, old sugar daddy in her freshman year or something, but she wouldn't talk about it.So, one night she was over at the house a bunch of us guys rented and she was telling Jeremy and I that she really wanted to see us together and we did the macho thing and said that there was. Well it’s a Saturday night in a big city and you’re a pretty girl. I doubt you’d have any trouble convincing new people to come back with you. And now the sounds are shifting, the laughing has stopped but the movement hasn’t. I think you’re kissing now. Sounds like fun. It’s gone silent now. I close my eyes and focus to try and paint a picture again. You’re undressing her, she laughs and says to take it slow, you’ve got all night. You don’t respond for a moment. You giggle and agree. You’re.