He plowed into her tight little heinie, kept himself completely horsed and ensheathed, right up to his swatting fist- like balls, and then proceeded t... pull her back from the table. Careful not to hurt her, for he knew pain could result if he moved too quickly, Justin maneuvered his body and Pam's down to the floor.Soon she was squatting on all fours and he was kneeling right behind her, holding onto her waist and not her jugs and pounding in and out with renewed excitement. But now, they were. We drank slowly talking about a lot of things. She was so excited that she finally did what she wanted to do. She thanked me for letting her drink like that, unlike my uncle who denied her.I just smiled and said that it’s fine. The first peg gave a fiery feeling in her throat. I asked her to lick some pickle or eat some mixture. She did it and started to laugh at herself. She said she liked it. Watching her lick that pickle from her finger turned me on somehow.I started to make one more peg. I stand make my way to the living room with Master giving me a spank on my bum to send me on my way. I pour a whisky for them all and return, making sure I bend over so as to give Master and his friends a view of my pussy from beneath my short skirt. I enjoy bending over unnecessarily as it also lets my breasts hang down and I want them all to have a good look at my best assets. Once I have finished serving the drinks, I kneel where I always do, at my Master feet. Master had instructed me that. No k**s, so she was condemned to a life of drudgery. One day, I popped in with some forms and found her in a bit of a depressed mood, talking about her husband. I was in a hurry, out of politeness, I said, “Want to talk more about it later?” Damn, I put my foot in it. She seized the opportunity and said yes, We fixed up to meet in a pub a little away from college at 6 PM6 PM came along, there she was in the pub, hair neatly combed. Bought her a drink and we chatted. She cribbed about her.