I kissed all over his chest, and playfully bit at his nipples. He was frozen with a combination of lust and guilt. My skirt was hiked up to my waist. ... rotated my hips slowly, grinding against his raging hard on. I turned around and asked him to unzip my skirt. His shaking hands slid my zipper down. My skirt dropped in a pool on the floor and I leaned forward giving him a view of my ass in only a thong. I sat in his lap and leaned back against him. His hands cupped my breasts and his fingers. She became serious and looked me in the eye. "I'm expecting you to look after Jane while I'm away."That was totally unexpected. She knew that I only endured Jane for appearance's sake. Janet waited for me to accept the task of looking out for her younger sister before whisking Jane away from Berry for a brief embrace.Berry approached me, said that he would miss me, and then in a low voice, "Take care of Jane for me, will you?"I got a glimpse of Janet as I told Berry not to worry about his. He kept his eyes on her face in the mirror, so as not to be tempted by the lingerie in her drawer. He cursed inwardly when he felt satin slide against his hand and pulled out a cotton nightgown, quickly tossing it to her. She giggled and struggled to sit up further. ‘You can close your eyes, but I’m going to need you to help me put this on, OK? And just so you know, I’m not that fragile. You can kiss me and we can even get playful. I’m healing well.’ ‘No! If we start getting playful, that will. “Yes, Master!”“That’s good to know. How about if they want to fuck your ass, Sara?”She froze, then said slowly, “I…I think if…if they are gentle, and want to, I…I would want them to…let them…fuck…my ass.”“Are you sure, Sara? Because I can tell them not to.”She thought for a moment, “If they’re gentle, it’s okay. I want them to make me do things I don’t want to do.”It was my turn to think, “How about this, Sara. If someone is doing something to you, and you don’t want it, you can just tell me.