“Yes Princess. Please…”“Shouldn’t that be ‘if it pleases you Princess’?”“Yes Princess, of course…if it pleases you Princess.”She...went back to rubbing the head against her lips and then suddenly forced herself down on it, so that my cock was buried right to the hilt inside her. Almost as quickly she lifted herself completely off me, I had been inside her for less than a second.“Did that feel good slave?”“Yes Princess,” I groaned.“Thank me for allowing your slave-cock into my beautiful, perfect. I push it onto the shelf and realize my skirt is likely hiked up and that if the man were to look over he would be sure to see my bare ass cheeks. Well I might as well give him a good show, so after pushing my backpack as far back as I can. Then in stead of sitting down, I step up onto the seat and swing my other foot onto the armrest of the seat behind me. This gives me the altitude necessary to unzip my backpack and get my reading book out, but because of the roof I have to bend way over. As. " Christy rolled her eyes as Johnbegan working with his computer. Why hadn't he looked it up before shecalled, she wondered. "Ah, here we are." He looked at a document on hisdesktop, then at Christy, then back at the desktop. "What seems to bethe problem?" he finally asked."What do you mean what's the problem? Look at me! This is not what Iasked for at all!" Christy did not like the whining tone that had creptinto her own voice but found she could not help it.John looked puzzled and said. ’ I said, ‘Right here.’ I put my hand against her thinly covered pussy, gently rubbing. I could feel her little bud poking out through the lace, and pressed gently, once. She moaned, and tried to grab my hand, trying to pull it away. I grabbed both her wrists in one hand, and continued to play, rubbing gently. ‘Do you like how it feels?’ I asked, sliding my finger up and down her slit. ‘I’m not hurting you.’ I said. ‘There is no reason to stop.’ ‘Yes…more…’ She moaned. She laid back on the.