Using her. She felt her vagina flood.Suddenly with a popping sound he pulled out of her mouth and drops to his knees in front of her. Roughly spreadin... her legs he buried his face under her dress into her crotch. Rough hands pulled on the waistline of her panties and she felt herself lifting her hips as he jerked them down her legs while his tongue pushed into vaginal canal.“Oh my God even his tongue is bigger” she thought as she started moving her hips up an over his rough mouth and chin with. Quickly, she dressed herself in her simple gown and took a long walk through the woods to let the feeling subside. She was not used to being a man’s focus of attention, much less have one gaze on her body with desire. Of course, the Master could have seen her naked many times over the past couple of years. Her uncle Ned once said he had a magic mirror that could show him anything nearby, so he could spy on people at will. He never intruded on her space, or questioned about anything too. I licked my fingers, tasting Gemma’s juices and we had a three way kiss before dressing. "Gemma, you two are going to get me arrested one of these days!" "Awww... you're OK. Anyway, you've not lost your touch!" I ignored Gemma's remark, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Are you actually having that skirt Gemma?” I asked. “Not this actual one. I think it’s shop soiled,” she said, blushing slightly. I poked a head out of the cubicle and quite a queue had formed for the changing rooms. I left with a. Again I was rewarded with a small moan. "Did that hurt?" No."I slowly inserted my finger. She clenched again. This time, I pushed left and a little up. She squeaked with each insertion and removal, her hips wriggling in concert with my finger. I repeated my line of questioning each time. She repositioned her hands on her ass to get a better grip. She was holding on so tight she was leaving hand prints. I smiled as I noted the moisture on her slit. I patiently finger fucked her ass, working.