His hand started stroking my face, my throat, my shoulders, rubbing with practiced skill against the knots in my neck and shoulders. I murmured with p...easure.‘Oh, you’ve found a pixie for us to play with! Or is it an elf?’ A new voice came from above me. I could have opened my eyes but my head still hurt and I was too comfortable. A different set of hands touched my knees, then slid down to my feet. The new stranger loosened my shoes and removed them, pulling my feet up onto the couch and into. But Sir; I still want to give myself to you, and to let you know how much you mean to me.? Pulling her to his body he wrapped his arms around her, ?Now listen, I’m not even sure how much and how deep this relationship is, but I know we both need to find out. I also know and have seen on the web how some masters use their slaves it makes me on easy. I believe the only tears a Master should ever give a slave is that of joy, call it silly call it old-fashioned but that, is me. If you find. They held and kissed each other for several minutes. They played witheach other's breasts and fingered each other's pussy giving each otherseveral small orgasms. After about fifteen minutes of this Annie got offthe bed and went into the dressing room. When she returned she had thedildo strapped around her waist.Once Anne was settled between Brenda's legs she waved me over and said,"Be a dear and get my cock wet for Bee. I don't want to dry fuck her."With out thinking about it I leaned over and. She asked me how I managed to not get hard and I told her that kept concentrating on my project at work and mentally working out some of the issues with the project. She said she would have to try that the next time. We had just start making love in the living room when the doorbell rang. Babs said to ignore it and I was going to when the door opened ever so slightly and we heard Becky call out to us. We rolled onto the floor and grabbed our clothes before responding. She wanted to thank us for.