I lifted my legs with her prodding, and the jeans too were soon tossed aside.I had my first real shock next, as she reached both hands into the openin... at the front of my boxers and simply pulled her hands apart. She clearly had some impressive strength, as she tore them from me with ease. I was surprised but I was also instantly hard.I reached to touch her again, wanting to feel my fingers in her glistening hair, a deep black with a glowing tinge of red. She pulled my hands away again, this. As she read her hand went down to her womanhood and Janet began playing with her pussy. Not hard, not fast, just very slow and gentle. The more she read the wetter she got and her finger began rubbing the outside of her labia. She knew it was swollen, no that wasn't right, engorged with her own blood and the sensation was sending chills throughout her body. She ran her hand under the side of her panties and touched herself. She was dripping.Janet put the book down, closed her eyes and tilted. No?.? i am pleading. my Master holds my throat with His other hand, feeling my pulse, my survival instinct, strong and rapid underneath the pressure of his fingers. He finally withdraws the blade. my legs feel as though they are about to give out, shaking, i can barely stay on my feet. i can barely breathe, and i can feel the thin line of blood from my throat trailing down to my wet, quivering opening.my Master slides a finger inside my hot, pulsing passage. ?You need to be stretched, Kathryn.. “I feel like I have no bones,” she chuckles. She looks down at the sheets on my bed and notices how big the wet spot from her squirting is. It’s the size of a pillow. “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed!” she blurts out, as she covers her face with her hands. I laugh and assure her, “There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I find it damn fucking sexy.” M looks at me through her fingers that cover her face, and giggles, “Mr. potty mouth.” I laugh and spread my arms wide, motioning her to come.