I didn't bring the mailbox key with me." She shrugs, "I'll just check it tomorrow."Ramon crosses the street while she's babbling her excuse, and steps...on to the sidewalk in front of her. "It's okay, Elena. I'm not going to tell anyone you've snuck out, but I really would like to talk with you for a little while."There are adults Elena knows better than to trust, men who always seem to be undressing her with their eyes, or others who make inappropriate comments when her parents aren't around,. I look forward to when my master inspects my body with his eyes, and roams his hands over my body - ensuring that I have met his requirements to have my pussy and breasts exposed...pleasing him with obeying that simple request...even if it means I am out of my comfort zone in being so exposed...I like it when my master pushes me to my limits and beyond....I trust that he knows what is best for me...and that he knows what he needs to do to make sure I am the best slut ever...my wish to further. She was trembling. Martin stared at her, and she saw him gulp, as if he couldn’t get his breath. Ann repeated her question. ‘Do you really want to leave?’ He shook his head slowly. ‘I’m going in there,’Ann nodded toward the bedroom. ‘I’d…I’d like you to…’ She turned and walked into her bedroom. She had no idea where she’d gotten the nerve to do what she’d just done. Would Martin follow her? She heard a clicking noise, like the latch on her door. Had he left? Or was it the sound of the door. “If this is your cock… you are so much thicker than the one I have had,” she said in an almost reverent tone. I smiled as she began wrapping her hand around its shaft and giving me tentative tugs. The ice was nearly gone in both my fingers and my mouth. I dipped my face down and blew my cold breath across her moistened pussy lips. Her moan made me smile. Her squeal as my nearly ice cold tongue delved into the folds protecting her precious button made my dick jump in her hand! Her hips.