If you tell Brenda that her Master wants her downstairs, she'd normally follow your lead, but I specifically told her to stay. You'll need me to tell ...er, which I'm exceedingly happy to do so." Ok, then. Convince me that it's safe for me to untie you." Hmm. Master, while I know I belong to you and that I'd do whatever I could to make sure you were safe and happy, I can see why you're not sure. I'd beg you to believe me, but that won't actually help convince you, so let me think. I could shout. A small thrill hit her. This was so illicit and because of it, exciting. Rachael’s eyes softened, staring at her.Cara caressed gently, soap making her hands slip delightfully.Rachael whispered, “Mom.”Reaching down, Cara took Rachael’s hand and guided it up to her own breast. “Feel me. It’s very different from feeling yourself.”Rachael’s touch was hesitant and delicate. Cara rubbed her daughter’s nipples, circled her areolae, and gently caressed.Rachael quietly watched her own hand as she. "Yes ma'am" I said. "Please come over and have a seat. Recline and I will get started." She did as I asked. She put her feet up and spread her legs. Damn, she looked good under that dress. Nice panties. I could feel swelling in my pants as I gazed at the sight before me. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "This is not some little peep show. Get busy or I will tell John. One word from me and you will be out of work" "Yes ma'am" I said. I reached under her dress and began removing her. His orgasm built and built as a small dribble of pearly-white cum managed to leak from his cock’s engorged head as it inflamed. The trickle was mere a precursor for what was to come. He could feel the pressure grow and grow to such an overwhelming degree that the power muscles of his cock could no longer contain it. His balls pressed against his thighs as they were dragged upward towards his groin. Small tears winced from the corners of his dilated unfocused-eyes as he reached his.