But her imagination stirred from her fantasy and watching her friend take in her cent while rubbing her clit was over whelming. She was going on pure ...ust. Candy stuck her fingers in her mouth and wet them. Reaching between her legs to cool the flames of her own pussy she gazed back at Mary. Her pale blue panties were nearly transparent. The sight of Mary's smooth womanhood made her want to feel for her self. Bringing her wet fingers to her mouth, Mary looked into Candys eyes. Reaching out she. Keeping up my foreign accent I made her nodded her head to my demands to keep quiet. I took off her gag, but left the blindfold on. At least I didn’t have to wear that fucking awful itchy mask again. ‘Not what you expected Cynthia? Well, I won’t be here long, just long enough to tell you how I got lucky.’ ‘Let me go, please,’ she panted. ‘I don’t want to hear anything from you, unless I ask, do you understand?’ ‘Yes,’ she gasped, and then nodded her head. ‘We have until it the early hours,. He told me that as his live-in servant, I would do what he wanted me to do at any time of the day, whether that was sexual in nature or not. My penis told me to go for it. I wanted to be someone's sub. It didn't even matter to me that it meant a roof and shelter, either. I wanted a man to control me, order me around, punish me. In his last email before I met him, he sent me simple instructions on what to wear and how to act. He said:"Several things. 1) Wear a button down shirt, shorts, no. I followed the submissive to the back room and told Master that this gentleman would take us to the dungeon; Master introduced Himself and then ordered me to do the same. Again, I stuck out my hand and bowed my head as a soft voice came from my mouth saying, “Hello Sir, I am Misty Raven. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.” The submissive guide led us down a dark and winding staircase to the dungeon. Ever protective, Master stood behind me with His hand on my shoulder, so as to make.