’ Kelly took the leash from Mistress Dawn, and Mistress Caroline took a seat at the side of the room as Kelly led me to the table. ‘Nice to meet ...ou J. Is this your first grooming experience,’ she asked me in a pleasant voice.’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ I replied. ‘No need to call me ‘Ma’am’,’ she said soothingly. ‘My name is Kelly, and I am a sub. You know what that is?’ ‘Yes. Mistress Caroline explained it to me,’ I replied. ‘Good. Then just call me Kelly. Now, lie down on the table for me J. On your. "Hello Mr Congdon. I hear you made quite a stir here yesterday." I very much hope so but not for myself. People act funny around me and I don't like that." I know what you mean. What can I do for you?" Can you use some young people after school to do odd jobs or to learn a trade?" You want to learn how to slop on plaster?" Not for me. I have too much on my plate right now. I know some young people that need a job. You might get your job done here quicker and on to the next." It is either feast. Maria nods, and Sandra falls forward and dives into my pussy.I thank my goddess for choosing a lesbian for this. Sandra already knows her way around a pussy, and instead of rushing, takes her time giving me slow licks and gentle circles. She barely touches my clit. Instead, I’m teased by gentle fingers running around my upper thigh. Her tongue stays with the outer lips of my pussy, and I breathe in sharp and shallow gasps.Compared to Maria, Sandra is a beautiful contrast. They are both small. He usually had a friend accompany him, but recently he entered the bar alone. He left the same way.The drinker shares a special bond with his drink. When that bubbling glass of cold and crisp brew is placed before the drinker, he knows intuitively that the drink provides an ultimate companionship. The glass doesn’t speak in monotonous tones. The glass of beer doesn’t talk back or offer criticism. Rather, as the drinker sips slowly, allowing it to drown his tongue and loosen his body, the beer.