“Kathy,” she repeated, and then added, “Sir.”Linda needed only a glance to respond, “Linda, sir.”“Good girls! I’m glad to see we’re ...etting off on the right foot. Kathy, you may kiss my dick.”Kathy leaned forward and planted a chaste peck on the end of Kel’s cock.“No! That’s not how you kiss a man’s dick! Kiss it like you mean it. Kiss it like you love it. If you’re nice to it, it will be nice to you.”Armed with clear instructions, Kathy took Kel’s cock in one hand and wrapped her fingers. Ayeka stared back at her, eyes brimming with barely restrained tears though long dark mascara trails down her beautiful face testified volumes. As did the thinnest robe Ryoko could ever recall seeing the princess wear."RYOKO!" Ayeka suddenly sobbed, stumbling forwards almost falling, burying her face against Ryoko's startled lap."Hey." She whispered tenderly, hand instant falling to tentatively touch, then to stroking the princesses' hair. Feeling well ... just a little stupid like always at. We have time only for a glimpseI of your trickling reservoir and a patch of soft, downy brown, and you of my well-rooted tree in a burnt wheat fieldand then we almost slam our chests together in a frenzy of kissing and groping, I cupping and stroking your breast bumps with my hands, you massaging the insides of my thigh, teasing your way closer and closer with each stroke to an area once forbidden to you. I once again take to kissing the nape of your neck, and then, keeping one hand at work on. Maybe. Yes. I'd like to try.HOW OFTEN HAVE YOU DRESSED AND GONE OUT?Except for your demands, I haven't really done that. There was therecent maid instance with Kelli, when they sent me outside twice, whichto be fair I really enjoyed. But otherwise I'd only really been out inmy underwear. I was too scared. Dressing was always a private thing.Sitting here in the food court, I think I'm doing pretty well. Ioccasionally get the trembles and have to take a second to calm down.But most of the women.