Another is that I missed you, too. Seven damn years. Far too long, baby. Far too fucking long and I’ve held a torch for you for all that time. Damn ...hat Lisa for trying to hoard you like that and keep you away from me! Damn your family and hers for pushing you two back together again and ensuring that you got hitched!” Kara told me with repeated kisses to my face.“So, I’m yours now. Does that make you mine? Or are you going to pull a stunt like that girl in that Richard Gerald story with her. As you know I am not lacking in that department, so the response was deafening, along with chants of 'get 'em off' lolI felt very vulnerable, but also very turned on and wondering how long before I am almost naked, and when I am, what happens next.I did not have long to wait. got it wrong again, I was told that stockings did not count, another glug of drink, I hooked my thumbs into the g-string, pulled it down and stepped out of it. Now just wearing my stockings and belt. The guys went mad,. And felt herself contracting around his cock. Wow, she thought. It felt wonderful.Peter obviously had felt it too, and he raised his head and looked at her, eyes wide. Now looking straight at him she did it again...and felt him throb in return, as his eyes went slightly out of focus. Ooo... She smiled at him. And did it again. And again, gradually falling into a slow, tortuous rhythm. She still had her panties in one hand, and she put one end into her mouth and let them dangle there as. I hadn’t heard from my master all morning and that was odd. I checked and double checked my email and voicemail in between plowing through paper work. I made it a point not to check my cell phone in my purse. I knew the dialer was set to five and if I received a call or text I would have no difficulty hearing it. As the hours ground by, though, I started to grow a little anxious and in my sour mood, I started to wonder if I had done something to displease my master. I shook those worries away.