I couldn’t wait longer and I joined them. The girls were vigorously eating her and getting eaten by her. Nandita was literally grinding her pussy on...Anjali’s face and covering it with her juices. Nivedita though, was fingering her wildly. They both had already broken her hymen in hostel and I had those pictures too.As I walked towards them, Nandita and Nivedita stepped aside and gagged Anjali again. I was naked by then. I came on top of Anjali and sat over her breasts with my long cock resting. She had nice small breast and just a hint of hair starting to grow on her mound, though it was still mostly bald. I had always liked bald pussies, though none of my girlfriends had ever shaved there.I walked over to her. Tentatively, to see how she would react, I gently stroked her soft breast, avoiding her nipple for now. When her only reaction was to moan softly, I got bolder. I had circled the breast with my fingers, but now I moved to her nipple. Her reaction was instant, she grabbed my. He raised her arm by the wrist, “This is your present, my love. Number 39. She is to pleasure you, and myself. Her training and discipline is in your hands. Use her well.“ With that, John left Trisha with a box of training tools, and her very own slave.*Trisha’s slave’s story*Trisha was unsure of what do to, but seeing that she was naked, she decided to start there. “39, here, now!” she barked with a point to the floor next to the bed. Trisha sat on the bed and spread her legs, she couldn’t see. His tumbs push up under my bra and trace my hardened nipples. I moan into our roughened kiss. This seems to effect George considerably as he begins to push my top up over my head and my trousers down past my thighs so that they lie on the floor haphazardly. I am now stood in the sitting room in my lacy thongs and half cup bra, my nipples are pushing against the fabric creating tingles in my sex which has dampened the fabric of my underwear. George steps backwards leaving me stranded, the.