‘She had to wear it,’ he instructed Sara, trying to keep his voice under control. They had entered into their own relationship as equals, sharing ...voine as their slave, but sometimes Sara wasn’t firm enough in her discipline. ‘I don’t care if she’s clothed or not in the house, but she must wear her collar.’ ‘I always make sure she has something on,’ Sara insisted. He shook his head at her. ‘The necklace isn’t good enough. Not in the house. The necklace is what she wears on the outside, it’s her. Before she knew it her fingers had found their way to the outside of her black lace panties. She had leaned back in her office chair and spread her legs and with the book in her right hand her left hand was rubbing the mound of flesh between her legs. As the rubbing intensified, Marcia could feel the moistness that had begun to surround her pussy."I can't believe I'm doing this here," she said to know one in particular. She knew what she was doing was dangerous; she could be caught at any. Ron had become Hermione. And meanwhile, Hermione had quaffed the otherbeaker and was slowly turning into a tall young man. Her cock wasstraining against her panties and she quickly pulled them down, alongwith her skirt.Ron was staring right at her huge cock; it looked identical to the onehe had just been jerking off. His nipples were erect and he could feelwarmth in his pussy, and could feel it growing quite wet. Hermionegrinned down at Ron, noticing the hard nipples and a slight glistenrunning. I was horny on seeing her fleshy white marble like thighs. she didn’t had any hairs on her legs just a few surrounding her pussy mounds like small bushes. I slowly touched her ass by putting my hands inside her sari .I was wondering what will happen if she got up but then I was too lost to think about right or wrong and just went ahead slowly caressing her thighs and ass.After some time I slowly moved near the other side of the bed and slowly put my hands on her soft fleshy boobs. I pressed.