“Good mojito slave, well done.““Thank you, Ma'am,“ replied Lucie.“Let's see how wet you are,“ said Chris, talking to Lena. “Stand up, st...nd in front of me.““Yes, Sir,“ replied Lena, a bit confused.“Here, good, now spread your legs slightly and put your hands behind your head. Good, pull your elbows back to be in line with your shoulders. Good, just right. If you want to drink the mojito, command the slave to bring the glass to you. Otherwise, stay like that.““Yes, Sir,“ said Lena. I had shown him I couldn't be intimidated,and now I was up for it ! I was standing in front of him in just my knickers,bent over, with my legs slightly apart, while he ran his eyes over everypart of me. I curious feeling came over me, I was enjoying myself! I realisedwith a shock that I had become very turned on, I could feel my pussy gettingmoist. I was suddenly aware of how long it had been since I'd last had sex.It had been over a month, and in that time I'd only brought myself off acouple. This is the time when, and if, I was with someone that had a decent sized cock and they stuffed my pussy with it, I would wrap my legs around them so tight and my vagina would throb and pulsate on their cock, keeping them as deep inside me until this massive orgasm decides to subside. For now, three fingers were going to have to do and they did, but not bring on quite the powerhouse orgasms that I was describing above.Shortly after some indignant thrashing on my beach blanket, I noticed that I. However, I loved her care. In her own way she was demonstrating love.In bed, Rory was frequently horny and unapologetic about it. And if I wasn’t in the mood, she’d get me there with blinding speed.Rory had my number. She knew how to control my body better than I did. She never resorted to nakedness to turn me on. Oh no. Rory was a artiste. A flash of panties or a draping blouse revealing unfettered small breasts, all done while seeming to do ordinary things, teased me endlessly.She demanded.