We kissed, pressed ourselves against one another. Her hand came round to my front. I was dizzy with the feeling. She was stroking my secret lips, halt...ngly as though waiting for permission to enter between them. I took her hand in mine, and slowly guided her, like I was giving her a tour of my treasury. I showed her to my inner labia, into the corridor of my vagina, and took her to the most exquisitely delicious parts of my clitoris. Now that she knew where everything was I gave her freedom to. Her nipples were already getting hard as the cool air from the air conditioning hit her torso; and my fingers helped her along, pinching and twisting them into hardness as she squirmed. Master ordered her to stay still, and with the fear on her face more pronounced, she stopped moving. I leaned forward and grabbed a nipple between my teeth, biting down just hard enough to make her jump and squeal. Master glanced at me, “Easy, my pet, no marks on her,” he said. Quietly I answered him, “Yes. At this angle Tom could see that Janet had a full bush of hair covering her pussy and saw the yellow stream of piss coming from it. Janet told her foot and with her heel pushed it into Tom’s hard dick and balls. This was very painful for Tom but he had no choice but to take it. Janet was moaning little as she twisted the heel and when she was done peeing. She told Tom to clean up the piss with his mouth. It only took Tom pausing for a moment for Janet to slap him hard across the face and yell. Garrett and Constance’s bf were flexing by the pool while she and Becky gave cute pensive poses looking up to the boys. He really was beautiful. I know you don’t usually call boys beautiful, but Garrett was that, soft big eyes, tosselable hair, lean and strong. I don’t know how else to say it.But things had changed. He was no longer too intimidating for me to talk to. I was a woman now. Armed with the knowledge that sex was awesome. It was so intense, it was way beyond when I would touch.