She put her arm round me and pulled me close to her chest placing my head on her left breast and stroked my face as my mouth found her large erect nip...le. I gently bit and sucked her eager nipple and using my free hand cupped and kneaded her right breast which was full and soft to the touch, pulling my head free I looked at her and slid my hand down to her plump pussy mound, her legs parted as my fingers explored the top of her thighs. As my hand moved between her legs I could feel her labia. ‘May I touch you?’ he asks. There is no reply from above. Again, he sends a plaintive and gentle entreaty, ‘May I touch you?’ Absence of response follows. How to interpret the non-reply? Is it a refusal or indecision? Has the intended heard him from deep below her? Has she been dissatisfied with his effort? He is undaunted, he must try again. He will not shed his tenderness. He reaches higher. ‘May I touch you?’ A reply! ‘Perhaps.’ He redoubles, reaching ever-higher on the scale. He can no. Her toes flinched and her feet moved a few centimetres but she did not move her feet.I thought she was looking at me from the corner of her eye so I showed that I am laughing at the way she was making fun of others. My fingers were still touching her feet and it felt great this continued for around 10 minutes and then she got up as her mom called.That was the first day and the beginning of me being her personal slave. Next morning I returned from school, had my lunch and was watching TV when. She moaned against the mirror, small circles of fog arising from the heat of her breath.Through the daze of her pain, she saw Julia's soft lips on the other side of the mirror, clasping hungrily the growing white penis sawing into her mouth. The thin, elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Pete grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth and watched Julia's lust-contorted face suck and lick at it like a child devouring a sucker. She had freed both.