He told her about Joe Shorts and his mother and their grand home and various antiques, big lawn and old trees."She looks, I don't know, fragile, very ...hin. She's a worrier, a stylish worrier, a Jewish mother." He laughed. "You know what I mean." All mothers are worriers, it's part of the package. Perfectly normal." His father may call me. I left my number." I changed mine at school. Miss Price didn't bat an eye." She grinned at him."Shall we get married?" he asked quietly, leaning back and. Are those nipples sensitive?" "Oh, yes, very sensitive! I love having my tits played with," I said. That was when I learned that this Master meant business. In a flash faster than I could process, he covered the three or four steps between us, grabbing my nipple in between his fingers and was pinching it so hard it almost brought tears to my eyes. "You will answer my questions with Master, do you hear me whore?" he growled menacingly as he twisted my poor nipple. "Yes Master! Owwch! I'm. He pushed my legs apart to expose my pussy, slowly he traced his hand up my thigh before reaching my pussy and running his finger up my slit. Oh god. I moaned out. He continued to move his finger up and down the slit of my pussy as I moaned and push my hips up trying to get him to insert his finger into me. What is it you want Lexi? Use your words. I-I want you to finger me, please. Is your pussy wet? Lets see. He inserted a finger inside of me and was met by wetness. Mmm, you are wet. He. .. for you."She slapped my arm playfully and pretended to be shocked at what I had said, but I knew that she liked it.Eventually Stephanie's friend came over and said that it was time for them to go to the other bar. I was surprised when she hugged me goodbye and almost shocked when she kissed my cheek. I couldn't help but stare at Steph's sweet little ass as she walked away. 'My god, I'd like to stick my face in that,' I thought.Two minutes later I heard a commotion to my left. I turned just.