Leigha hadn't noticed it. It certainly wasn't anything she intended. But unintentionally, just a reaction to what she was seeing and feeling inside, h...r hand had moved up to her left breast minutes before. It startled her when she realized what she was doing.But she didn't stop. She was so confused. She felt like a voyeur, a spy, and a kid watching through a window. And a little bit dirty.She knew she had to stop. Stop everything. She had already virtually stopped breathing. But what she. Unbidden, I cleaned him with my mouth, hoping to earn some modicum of acceptance in his eyes.I understand perfectly what had happened. I had been simply going through the motions, passively obeying his orders, not desperately seeking to please him as a slave girl should. He, the photographer, had seen this in my body, and had known how best to impress on me my slavery. I looked up at him with a kind of awe and gratitude. In making use of my body, he had reminded me of my place, my role in life.. You won't regret it."And she didn't. During the next several months, Daisy became less timid and wanted to experiment. In fact, her sexual appetite grew as we tried different positions. Her favorite was to be on top. Sex became a focal point of our dates, and it was usually from her insistence. Daisy would reach between my legs and say, "Porky is lonely tonight and wants company," or "There's a hot spot I want you to visit, and it's not for the internet." She never had to ask twice.I kept. Now I got her where she was heading. But by now, I was also in a submissive mood. Without wasting time, I lied next to her with her back facing me.I put my hand around her waist. Slowly, I slid my hand under the shirt and started to caress her waist. It felt as if I was rubbing my hand on a velvet cloth. She held my hand and locked her fingers with mine.She slowly started to direct my hand – first waist, navel. The she took me to the most beautiful part every man dreams of…… breasts… I felt as.