We had little to do except sleep and talk. Master would read to me, which I enjoyed because I'd never been much of a girl for books and it was strange...to find that I enjoyed the stories Master would read each afternoon. I especially found Hemingway to be stimulating for some reason, listening with rapt attention while I imagined the scenes and characters in 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and while I didn't really understand the story, I understood well enough the feelings behind it and I would cry. She had already stripped naked and looked a real slut. she watched as he pumped his fist along the length of his fat hard member. Just as she started to cum, I could not control myself took my cock and started storking it and closed my eyes I cummed after that when I opened my eyes she was seeing me in her doorway , holding my cock in my hand and stroking on it.Then I came to my senses and realised what was happening.she had caught me masturbating and watching another young boy on my computer!. Lugging that damn thing about as justabout wrecked me."Fascinated by the new addition to furniture and fittings Jenniferplugged the television lead into a wall socket and spent several minuteexperimenting with the controls, but her concentration was then blownapart by a yell from the back of the house. She'd not heard the likes ofit since she'd arrived in London. It was the kind of sound a cat makeswhen a twenty stone man steps on its tail, but were a cat usual offersonly a single ear splitting. “Sit here.”“How’s your Valentine’s present, pumpkin?” he asked.He sat near my shoulder. I could tell he was admiringErica’s body and I loved being able to share her withhim.I took one of his hands and put it over Erica’sbreast. I put the other one on mine. Through his pantsI touched his cock and, feeling how hard it was, Istroked the length of his zipper with my finger.We both watched Erica expectantly. She rose to theoccasion, literally, getting.