Either way, it was really happening and was a massive turn-on; and balancing on the knife-edge only served to make the associated fantasies more excit...ng and the orgasms more powerful. Did Amber know the effect she was having on me? Was she masturbating in turn? Sliding her pastel-blue knickers down her legs and playing with her pussy, knowing that I would be thinking about her?Had she been my age, I would have asked her what was going on… or at least asked her out. But I couldn’t do that. At. Usually, new slaves were eager to tell me how happy they were I was their new Master. She was waiting for something, but appeared to be prepared to wait forever.“Laura, who am I? And who are you?”“You are my Master. I am your slave.”“How does that make you feel?”“Master, I feel that I am your slave.”“That’s not what I asked. How would you have felt about being my slave this morning, before you arrived.”“Master, I would not have accepted it, and would have done anything in my power to avoid. .”Hall was ready to panic. “No. No, Baby. Nothing like that. Look, I guess I got it in smaller doses, and a lot of other things were going on when I first realized that all those women were acting like his wives, but I promise you that once you get to know them, it won’t seem as strange. Look, didn’t you get along just fine with Diana when you talked to her on the phone?”Marie hesitated for a second. “Well, sure, but I had no idea...”“Please ... Just withhold judgment until you know them.. Gwen started as the woman applied a slender hand to Gwen's breast."I'm sorry to surprise you, my dear. You look radiant this morning. How do you feel?" Oh, yes, ma'am. It's so lovely here." It will be lovelier today than it was yesterday," the teacher promised. "Why don't you come over to the bed with me and talk about your feelings."Mrs. Gracely tugged gently on the girl's hand and led her to the bed. They sat on the edge.Mrs. Gracely caressed her student's breast, just as she had massaged the.