As I rub them it starts to feel good and I continue to rub them and then rub my clit and even stick a finger inside of me. Starting to feel excited my...pussy begins to moisten but I resist the urge to continue. I have never had anything more than two fingers of my own or the end of my hairbrush inside of me.I stand up and start walking further into the woods. Leaving my underwear hanging on the tree limb. I decide I will come back for them later.My pussy still aches to be touched and I can feel. Drip. Drip. Drip. Like a leaky faucet. She just looked up at Susan, more shocked than even upset at this turn of events. Susan smiled and shrugged. “That's kinda neat. Compliments your other one.” she said. At that, the dripping accelerated- drip-dirp-drip-drip-drip-drip... before resuming it's more rhythmic pattern. “Yeah, that's really neat, actually.”Susan said. “What is 'neat' about this!? I'm dripping, and I can't stop!!” Polly said, her fear welling. “Well, it's kinda neat because my. Curiously there is no one around save the squirrels that scamper up the trees at my approach, climbing quickly halfway up and then stopping, turning to hang head down to eye me cautiously. There is a wide expanse of field at the top of the park, now overgrown with tall grasses and it is there that I have chosen to meet him, there at the building housing the public restrooms. My thinking was it would be a very safe public place; not realizing just how barren of people it is up here at this. HHe set it on the table along with shaving foam and a razor and told me to crawl into the living room on all fours when I had removed every hair and my eyebrows.What happened then I cannot explain to this day. I did as I was told. Why? He was right. I wanted to be owned by a black Master.my cock throbbed as I smeared the cream on me, shaved the stubborn parts and then showered. Finally my last act of submission. I wanted to cum as I removed my eyebrows. I had submitted.I washed everything down.