“My daughters is very lucky” Susan said as her fingers wrapped around my shaftWe heard voices again and I closed my jacket over Susan’s hand, we...were both in a state of undress, oblivious to any onlooker passing.I could feel her pushing and pulling my foreskin over my bulbous cock end under my jacket as people past then her thumb started to massage my pre cum in to the red swollen end, Susan certainly knew what she was doing.“Does she take it in her mouth” Susan asked“Ye” was all I could. It was one month after the second anniversary of her mother's death that her father, Frank, finally remarried. It was a grand affair of course, in which Clarissa had been granted the position of maid-of-honour. She smiled politely through the proceedings and supported her father, despite her deep-set reservations about her new ‘step-mother’, Hannah. She was well aware that it was a desperate cliché, but Clarissa hated Hannah passionately. It was true to say that they were always civil to each. So good. Its strange that none of my girlfriends who are having sex with their boyfriends ever talk about going real slow. Its really the way to go. Slow so you can savor each other. Fast is fine sometimes to change things up but fucking slowly and deliberately is so sensual. I love it.I could feel heat radiating from my body, especially my face; I must be beet-red. God, this feels so good. It feels like my pussy is the center of the universe and nothing else exists. Reed moves a hand down to. I fretted somewhat checking the variety of the wardrobe. What I deemed slutty may upset the Master. I quickly decided less was the best and picked a super short mini skirt that met my ass mid cheek. The bra-like top had holes for my nipples to protrude through. I surveyed myself in mirror, a true whorish sex slave, looked back at me in the reflection. I hoped the Master would approve and possibly reward me. As I entered the kitchen I immediately saw the bulge in his pants. Being so submissive.