I wanted… no, I NEEDED to make love! Her shopping with Kayla, then a style show, then that she’d told Kayla about our weekend had turned me into a...white-hot furnace! Now she’s telling me no sex till Saturday? “Oh God!” I moaned. “Okay honey, you win. But please no flannel, wear something nice to bed, please?”“Are you sure. I thought the flannel would be easier on both our libidos.”I did agree with that but still didn’t want her to wear flannel to bed. “Probably so,” I told her, “but I don’t. ” I lifted my bottom off the bed and slid two fingers deep inside me.It was evident you heard my groan when you answered with one of your own. “Another soft kiss, followed by teeth grazing to stifle a moan into your shoulder. One hand holds your neck as the other one pushes against you, biting you harder.”“I sigh deeply, pressing more firmly against you. ‘Oh God,’ my body reacts and moves wantonly against you.”“My palm firmly against you, fingers strumming your mons. Tap… Tap… Pressing firmly. That was how I slept at home and was very comfortable in it. Around three Karen's parents came down and asked if we could quietit down as they had to get up the next morning. So we all started tosettle down to try and get some sleep. I was laying on one of the air mattresses next to Amy, a cutelittle brunette with a firm body from playing volleyball. We had neverbeen real close but knew each other well enough. We covered up, closed oureyes and tried to fall asleep. After about. I tie my long hair into a tight bun and put my heels back on. The last step is my bra with my 36DD breast forms. If I’m going to look the part, I’m going to feel it as well. I peek out and see that they are both being good slaves and are on their knees with their eyes down and hand across their laps. I put on my heels and walk out to inspect them. In what looks like well-choreographed unison, they both lean forward and kiss my shoes, then say, ‘Good Evening, Mistress.’ It sends a shiver up my.