I gripped her head to my chest and felt her sob as she made no effort to move away. She looked up at me through that childish eye makeup, which made h...r seem even more innocent and delicate when stained with tears, and I felt the desire to protect overcome by the desire to love.I kissed her hard on the mouth, pulling her head into mine with the hand which had a moment ago been stroking her hair like a father. She made no attempt to resist, returning my kiss eagerly, and hungrily slipping her. "Pick up your feet," she said, and rolled the nylon over my ankle and upmy calves, it slid along my smooth, new-shaven thigh. I shivered as theslick gauze tightened to my skin."You need to look now," she said. "Take this." A half-slip. I stepped in:One foot, two foot. A picture from a magazine for horny boys, band of lacehalfway down a thigh, my thigh."You're looking, now," she whispered. "Are you coming any closer tofinding what you're looking for?"I couldn't talk, I couldn't nod. I felt a. And feel free to call me Mistress in private. I kinda hoped that you would. I love having my way with you. Especially cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, while Karen or one of the other girls takes the opposite end. I love riding your face while Karen, Lydia, or Danielle ... and now, Mary, too ... mounts your cock or straddling your dick while they sits on your face," Kat admitted to her former chattel."That's my favorite, too. Maybe I'm just greedy, but getting to serve two women at once, especially. They were magnificent dogs; alert, heads held high, disciplined. Their ears twitched and they smelled the audience, but they kept their eyes on the girl, their mistress. They were very clean and well groomed; their coats shone.She gestured and they leaped up onto the covered mattress and came to a perfect "heel" position, one on either side of her. Their backs were on a level with her crotch.Some of the audience clapped lightly.Whoever was at the phonograph or tape player turned up the sound;.