She waited nervously, with her sister. She was dressed in a bright red, sneakily, sexy, specifically designed slave auction dress with a plunging neck...ine that appeared to plummet all the way down to her waistline, but had a panel of material behind its ruffled trim that kept Constance fully covered while still maintaining an alluring illusion. The overall effect of the dress with its ruffled theme was designed to give the wearer a girlish charm, while still maintaining all their flattering. " "Now I want you to strip. Completely!" "Everything, Governess?" His insides fluttered. "Everything! Quickly!" Governess stood with her hands on her hips and watched him remove his clothes. Then she ordered, "Get Becky and bring her here. Tell her to bring her belt." "Please, Governess!" "GO!" Shamed by his nakedness, he walked down the hall of the large house and timidly knocked on Becky's door. No answer. He knocked again, a little harder. A moment later Becky opened her door. A look of. "But let's have it in the garden, after all it's going to be our last night there"Together Jill and I watched as she walked back into the bar to buy the champagne, hips swinging provocatively beneath the tight black skirt and I thought back to when I'd met her outside the prison, a timid, downtrodden statistic with no mind of her own and no will at all of her own, I remembered how she'd cried when I gave her the money I'd saved to let her buy some new clothes and all the other little things. Now!I stood up to my feet and my hard dick was already oozing a bit of precum. She ran her finger over the tip wiping the bit of juice off, and quickly shoved her finger in her mouth. I smiled and backed up to the kitchen table, where I propped my butt up on top. This is how I wanted it. I didn’t want to bend over and take her from behind because I wanted to see the look on her beautiful face when she penetrates my virgin ass. She followed me over to the table still stunned, but now smiling.