I go sit beside her and comfort her and give her a kiss on her lips which leads to her hand wandering down over my cock as it is starting to get rock ...ard. I slowly remove her tight shirt which is covering her lovely boobs in a black sheer front closure bra and her nipples are starting to get hard as I slowly run my hands over them.I slowly start to run one hand up her legs and under her skirt and rune them over her sexy black panties and start rubbing her hairy pussy mound till I slide a. It was clear that there was a disconnect between my thinkingthat my role as Tracy's bitch was exactly that - a role - versus Tracy'sseeing me as her actual bitch. It was painfully hard to see myself theway that Tracy evidently saw me. I would have to give up forever anyfantasy that one day she and I would have a normal relationship. Not onlywould I have to accept Tom in her life, in the role I coveted, but Tracyalluded to my having some as yet undetermined role involving their. He was gagged with a huge, red ball-gag and he lookedvery scared andvery humiliated. Mistress Rowenadidn't care as she talked to Daddy, revealing that shehad been the onepointing Daddy in my direction: "I knew you'd like thelittle boi afteryour last slave. And this little bitch," she nodded inmy direction,"probably didn't even know that he was submissive, right?"Daddy laughed atme and agreed, thanking her for the heads-up. Then heasked about herslave: "I don't remember seeing your toy before.. After about 30 minutes Fuko had fallen into a little nap next to the waves; she was in perfect harmony. Her peace was soon interrupted when she felt a slight bump on her toes from a solid object. Waking up, she took the other towel off of her head and noticed a blue surfboard had lost its owner and floated back to the shore."Sorry about that!" a voice shouted over the crashing waves.While Fuko was fairly good at English, she wanted to study it more so that she could become integrated into the.