“So, you seem like you're comfortable talking about sex.”“Sure, why not? Especially since we did it.”“When we started doing it, and I was go...ng to go slow but you were like, just put it in...” She looked at me blankly. “You said you had had practice. What do you mean?”“Ummm, well, I do it to myself.”“Like, not just your fingers, outside... like rubbing I know, but...”“Insertion?” she offered impatiently. I realized I was almost talking down to her, and that I could be a little more candid.. I was wearing kurta and sweater and pajama. I put on the rajaai and asked him to put his hands inside rajaai and do the massage. Santosh had already seen me drinking and he knew that I would be half-asleep. Usually he massaged my legs upto thighs but never reached as higher up as to touch my private parts. But that day he took a little more liberty and while massaging, he kept on pressing higher & higher till his fingers started occasionally brushing with my balls. I don’t know what happened to. ".She knows how to be dressed for this, and is ready for me when I arrive at her house. I firmly believe in and love public humiliation. It is the true test of a slave. Now some Master's enjoy having their sluts in public dressed as total sluts. They are nice to look at but with my older slaves I like to mix their business wear with the garish slut motif. So as I enter her house I'm pleased to see her kneeling and dressed quite appropriately. From the top, her stylish short cut is now tousled. ."Tamara nodded. "I do, too, and it means that I'm going to have to do some things..." She turned to Latoya. "Sweetie, Momma is going to do some things that are very private and kind of nasty -- but all in a good cause. Do you understand?" Sex isn't nasty," a voice behind her declaimed.Tamara glanced behind her -- it was the Marine. "It is to a ten-year- old," she answered. "So are a lot of other things that technically aren't." I get your point," Rick chuckled, thinking, 'Damn -- there was a.