Her mouth went dry as all her moisture flooded down south. She wasnt wearing any panties and her pussy juice smoothed her thighs. Before she thought a...ymore, he had her against the wall, his mouth branding hers as his tongue swept inside, tasting her. Olivia gripped his shoulders, so hard and warm beneath her hands as he practically sucked out her soul. With one hand, he reached in between them, parted her legs and rubbed her thighs. Feeling them slick with her honey, he grinned, groaned and. And it was obvious with everything you did, that it was entirely for my enjoyment and pleasure. I had more than a few guys finger me since Junior High, but none of them with such, care I guess is the word. It was less like being fingered, and more like you were making love to me with your hand.”I smiled and kissed her long and gently, then smiled down at her. “That is exactly what I was doing, Becky. There are many ways to make love, and what is the goal other than to make your partner melt in. Just kidding. Your pussy is still first in my book.” He picked up the remote and flicked off the television. He pulled me back in front of him again, his eyes intent on my vulva. His fingers explored every crack and crevasse, and he seemed pleased that everything that could be classified as growing from a follicle was gone. Then his fingers slowed and came to a stop at my clit and he began again the process of applying pressure and releasing it. It would have been oh so easy to get into the. “Do you want him?” Master L asked.“No, I want you master,” I replied.“Then tell him you lose Poser and laugh.” Master L said.“Yes master, thank you for not making me see him again. I would much rather be yours than his. I don’t care for him much.”“My pleasure, slave,” Master L answered.My mind eased some by the conversation with Master L, I went about my daily routine of work and writing, working on a second part for a story I’d written several weeks earlier. A week passed quietly, and I began.