I looked up at her and she like myself had a huge smile on her face. Lay down she said. So I laid down. In my mind I was thinking, wow this is my firs... time. She crawled up the bed, her face down at my wet pussy. Before she even touched me a rush went throughout my body. Then her tongue touched my pussy. I placed my hands on my small breasts as she pleasured me. The feeling was so nice, I didn’t want it to stop. I then felt her place a finger inside me, I sighed with the pleasure it gave me.. Her hair grew silkier and fuller from the action of the brush. Even the hair picked up some of the oil, a few traces, and had its own subtle fragrance from the shampoo.She took a long time getting dressed, too. First she painted her toenails with a flesh-pink colour, made up her face lightly with eye-shadow, pencil, and some red lipstick which she stared at for a while in the mirror and then wiped completely off. Her own lips looked good enough to attract those she might want to attract. And. From that point forth, Roger treated me differently. I tried not to readtoo much into things, but I got the distinct impression that he wasjealous. I wasn't particularly mature (I wasn't old or wise enough yet)and didn't know much about human emotions, but jealousy was one of themore powerful and I had seen that a-plenty in kids. It was confusing tosee it from a fully-grown adult.That started everything off. From then on, mum was different too. Rogerhad accused her of favouring me over 'their'. ! If you master chooses to walk around fully dressed you will smile and say nothing, however you my fuck slut will always have your cunt and tits available to my fingers. Mouth or anything else I choose to use on them! Is that clear you common street walking whore!"Despite her training of him to behave in such a manner, she was shocked and delighted with his natural adaptation to the role. And she meekly answered, "Yes, my gracious Master!"She then asked, "If he was feeling man enough to fuck.