. but in this case, it isn't possible," you continue, lowering your eyes."The... it's just impossible...," you sigh and turn your back on him.After wa...ting some moments, you finally come to the point."This is where you come into play...," you say in a low voice."I heard, that you took care of your lord's hair removal...," you add, looking over your shoulder and glancing at the knave."Y-y-yes, Mylady," he answers, hastily averting his eyes from your shapely buttocks."That's good...," you mutter. Her pussy appeared freshly shaved and meaty. Although her legs were opened wide, her labia remained hidden within plump flesh. With two fingers of one hand I pried opened her pussy revealing two thick dark labia. Spreading my fingers wider, her small clitoris was exposed. My lips were suddenly kissing her opening, stopping only to flick my tongue onto her clitoris. She let out a barely audible grunting sound; the first indication that she was enjoying what was transpiring. Her breathing became. She bounced her foot idly and wondered if Gavin had picked up his copy of Ladz from the campus newsagents yet. She’d find out soon enough. He was due back any minute now.At twenty, Gavin was almost year older than Laura. Instead of going to university straight from school, he’d deferred his entry, travelled around Europe, and joined the volunteer effort in Africa. She thought he was fun to be around, although not everyone agreed, and he was, without doubt, one of the most intelligent people. ?Even when I would say that I understood why she might want a lover she denied categorically. ? This drama went on for a couple of years. ?In the meanwhile, my fetishistic needs were becoming more intense and acute every day. ?Playing with other professional Mistresses didn't help. ?It was completely unsatisfactory. The first couple of sessions might go reasonably well, but when ?we failed to establish a deep psychological connection and their skills showed their limitations, I became more and.