"You wouldn't believe how annoying my parents were!"Just walking to the couch had sent some rather pleasurable vibrations through her nipples and they...were significantly harder and more noticeable than usual. 'In for a penny, in for a pound' Marisa thought as she decided to not even try to hide them and threw her shoulders back instead."Well I had a fantastic vacation!" Marisa gloated cheerfully. "I'll tell you about it as you unpack." My aren't we perky," Claire noted as she looked over her. Charlie looked over the current possessor of the basketball – darkbrown hair, neatly cut, a lithe firm body unbent from years staring at stitching,he had immaculate dress sense (as one would expect from a tailor). He workedquickly and efficiently, inserting pins here, making folds in the jacket there,and finally he announced: "Thankyou Mr Simes, I'll have the alterations doneby Tuesday, you can pick it up in the evening if that's convenient". "Thankyou Mr Campbell, I'll drop in after work. A. About what?" There was a long silence. My heart returned, and slammed against my ribs. "Did we agree to something this morning? I don't remember. Whatever. I'll do whatever I said. I don't remember, that's all!" Calm, Lee, I told myself. Don't sound so desperate! Why not? I wondered. I *am* desperate.There was another slight pause, and then she chuckled throatily. "I could tell you that you agreed to anything, you know."I grabbed my nerve with both hands. "Yes. Anything. I'll do it." There was. I need you in me sooo bad."Right there, I mounted my slave, driving my cock deep inside her exposed twat.She cried out, "Oh yes, Master! Fuck your slave. Make me come. I'll do anything for you, but just make me come!"She let out a bestial moan, as her whole body shook, and I came. For several minutes she didn't stop shaking. I'd never seen anyone come that long and hard.When she finally stopped, she was exhausted. Her body was soaked in sweat, her hair hung limp. She lay panting, and lay like a.