She sat on the bed like that and rubbed her clit gently.Mallika: You like that?Me: I wanna see how wet you are.Mallika: Oh really? Here you go.She fin...er-fucked herself and moaned into the camera as I watched her. She brought her fingers close to the camera and they were stuck together from the juices of her wet pussy. She split her fingers and the juices made a glowing web between them.Me: Fuck I wanna taste those fingers.Mallika: Like this, baby? (Lick, suck, suck).She moaned as she fingered. "That more or less got the conversational ball rolling at the dinner table, and it took no time at all for the questions to start hitting areas we'd avoided up to now."Andy, I don't remember Cor saying. Are you an MIT student too?" T.C. Asked."No actually, I'm about two months away from my Master's in Science, Technology and Public Policy at Harvard's John F. Kennedy School of government." I answered. Phew! Good so far."Oh!" Mrs. Caldwell said. "Where did you meet?" On the MIT campus. In front. She was lucky. Her brother saw her as a woman, not as a child.Clint didn't call Melody “kiddo.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Melody SamuelsThree days after Clint fucked me in the hallway, and I was so horny again. I had had sex—lots of sex—but not with a man. Not with my brother. My lover. My king. I used our subjects. I enjoyed those naughty lesbians, Juana and her sister-slave Carmelita, and I had fun with Pam and Alicia, Zoey and her girlfriend Stefani. I even had a hot time with that slut. I release the tension slowly, knowing it’s my place to obey for my Daddy without question. You push in your middle and ring finger inside your little one’s cunt, all the way down to the palm, and then you curl them at the knuckles. Slow rubbing, as I grip your chest with one hand and your back with the other. “Just one more my good girl, you can do it.” You feel me start wriggling on your hand, as you access my G-spot and stroke. Your hand on my back gripping my flesh and pressing me down.