? ?Oh I see. Your tired from the walk today and don’t want to feel your master’s touch.? I said in a serious way. Her eyes went wid... and her she shook her head, ?No master, your slave begs the master’s touch. Your slave only wants to please you master. Please master use your slave for your pleasure. Your slave begs for your touch, she yearns for it constantly.? She said this and her voice had a tinge of fear as though I really thought she didn’t want my touch. I looked. Mom said, “You’re next, unless you’re chicken.”Bernadette blushed as she lifted her blouse up over her head, removed her bra, and then slid her jeans down her legs. The best part was when she bent over to remove to her panties and came up with them hooked on her index finger too. Mom burst out laughing.Stacey just removed her jeans and panties all in one motion. Then she decided to pick up her panties and hold them on her index finger too.Bernadette looked at me then said to Mom, “What about. I think she was touching herself. I'm not sure, but I couldn't see her hand.I was more then a little inclined to do it myself. I may have pushed on myself a couple of times as we watched.Other people were. Stepping forward to the first guy on his knees. He was sucking them in turn. One guy was roughly pumping inside his mouth...he coughed and gagged, but the guy kept pumping. Finally he pulled is dick out of the kneeling man's mouth, and pumped a thick heavy white load all over his face. The. Oh, the delights of the vigour of youth.Edem collapsed on top of me his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Clearly all this intimate bedroom activity was a new experience for him and once he had regained the power of speech he apologised for his shortcomings and said he hoped I wasn’t disappointed in his performance.Silly boy, I was delighted and charmed and told him so. I told him that we had the whole weekend for him to refine his technique and assured him that the more we fucked then the.