The next morning I was up right on time and dressed just as before. Mom's Pontiac Bonneville wasn't even out of the parking lot before I was up the hi...l and waiting on Teresa to arrive. She too was earlier than the day before. We unlocked her apartment and walked in. Her power was on now and the air conditioning was working well. I assumed that I'd not get the great show I had had the day before. Yet when she came out of her room she wore another pair of cut-offs. These, however, were nearly in. As my mind wandered, I thought I heard something. Sitting up, I realised the sound was coming through the wall from my neighbours; they were having sex!‘Perhaps the day will end well after all,’ I thought, and strolled, still naked to my box of tricks and found the clever device that records conversation, and anything else going on, through a wall. It works well and would make my masturbation session so much more pleasurable.I put the receiver against the wall, plugged my headphones into the. I tense up, wondering what form of hell Master will inflict on me next. But I dont have to wonder for long as I feel something being pressed into my pussy, stretching it. I moan in pleasure and feel something else being secured to my clit. I wonder what is going on, but am almost immediately rewarded with an answer as Master wordlessly flicks on these two objects and as the thing inside my pussy vibrates, two words filter into my seared conscious. Vibrating dildo. Removing my mind from my. "Wash my back?" she asked, shyly."Gladly." Dave picked up a washcloth and soap, lathered up the washcloth, and started washing her back, starting at the shoulders. Kate was enjoying his touch, as he worked his way down her shoulder blades. Suddenly, he stopped."Something wrong?" Kate asked."Well, I'm just trying to figure out how you got a big blotch of green paint halfway down your back!"Kate cracked up laughing. "I have no idea." You must have scratched your back with your brush or something..