She had caught him talking to another Mistress at a recent get together but had let it slide then, knowing that it was sending mixed signals, but didn...t want him to be hurt. And as the evening wore on, she felt more sure that he was misbehaving. She went in search of him and found him talking to another Mistress. Not upset at first, the Mistress went over to them and found out the slave had decided on his own to invite this second Mistress into his life for the sexual strap on experience and he. I simply walked up, pulled Charlotte to her feet and kissed her passionately, it was a bit brash but the perfect ice breaker. I released her from my hug and saying, “I had wanted to do that since I first saw you,” it was a blatant lie, but it served its purpose, and as she melted into my arms as I could see over her shoulder my all -knowing sister grinning like a Cheshire cat.! We adjourned to the studio, me quietly and secretly, easing open my dressing gown belt as we went in. The sun. “Mmmmm…” she moaned into his mouth again. He massaged her breast as her fingers continued to trail over the bulge in his jeans. He could feel her nipple stiffen beneath her shirt and bra. He ran his hand back down her body and Ashley parted her legs for him again, making sure that he had room to maneuver when he pleasured her. He rubbed her pussy again; by now it was so wet that she had no doubt her panties were soaked and possibly even her pants! To her disappointment, he moved his hand back. The air in the room had become heavy with the odor of sweat and testosterone, and reverberated with the sounds of our copulation. The squeaks of the mattress, the slapping of my balls on his loins and the boy’s short nasal moans were all like music to my ears. I kept his eyes focused in his, because I wanted the penetration to be both physical and mental. He didn’t try to look away, and his expression became aggressive and primal as he showed me his teeth. He was fondling my buttocks and balls.