It was all so wrong.“Frankly, I’m pleased that you made your deal,” Jill continued. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a slavegirl. Eve... though you belong to Jane, I’ll enjoy playing with you.”“Oh, Mama,” moaned Faith again, “what will this do to our relationship?”Jill slid her palm up and down over Faith’s slick petals. Her daughter may be embarrassed at finding herself in this predicament but Jill could tell that she was also aroused by it. The juiciness of her sex contradicted all of the. .Chapter One:By age fourteen, my body had pretty much matured. At 5' 5" tall, I weighed only 102 pounds, but my breasts had filled out to a nice 36C. I had a little tiny waist, fairly long legs, and virtually no butt. (My brother Ricky (older at 17) used to tease me that I had "an ass like a ten year old". I had only a very fine wisp of hair around my pussy, and kept the reddish blonde hair on my head at medium length.After my best friend Jennifer had explained a few of the facts to me, like. With a tinkling giggle, she nestled her body into mine and wrapped me up in her arms. I felt her warm, soft lips against mine as her firm breasts pressed against my chest. My hands traced the pliant curves of her back and waist as we kissed, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. She broke the kiss and stepped back from me, placing my hands on her breasts. With a wonderful passionate sigh, she tossed her head back as my hands began to squeeze and play with her nipples. I bent toward her. Now, I want you to play with them.”I gulp softly and nod. “Alright.” I reach up to my chest and gently squeeze them, rolling them around and wiggling them. I swallow a pleased moan as I do, moving my fingers up to the tits and beginning to twist them between my fingers, eyes closing as I pinch them a bit more.I keep my eyes closed and get more and more into it, feeling my tits get harder, moaning a little.“Enough.”My eyes snap open and look up to see the officer’s eyes in the mirror are filled.