"Was that you, are you ok," I called out to her, it was a her, then shecame closer to me. I stopped and stared at her in shock as I saw whatshe had on... A black leather corset was wrapped around her alreadyslender waist. A collar was wrapped around her neck and her long jetblack hair was in a long ponytail behind her back. As she walked up tome, I saw that she also had on latex thigh high stockings, and her feetwere in the highest heels I had ever seen, more like ballet boots thananything. She starts grinding her hips up onto our fingers wanting more. I push two of our fingers into her and she lets out a load gasp as I begin pushing them in and out of her. She begins to buck her hips in time with our fingers movements, wanting them deep as she can get them. I could feel myself getting wet as she moves her hips, grinding them against my pussy through my jeans, every time she bucks them, and she moans even louder as she gets close to cumming. “Ohh... yes, please mistress, fuck me,. I loved it when I was His "good girl", it always made me wet knowing He was pleased with me. "Now, I want you to slide your hands up and down those long legs of yours. Don't you touch that pussy or there'll be trouble," He said. I followed the command almost automatically, like it wasn't even my body that I was touching. "I’m there Master," I breathed into the microphone. I heard Him take a deep breath before the words "good girl" came through the headphones. My mind was taken to another. Can’t leave her like this.”As we had known each other since elementary school, he was aware of our family situation. He had been waiting once in my room while I had been on the receiving end in our living room.“I would kill that fucking bastard if I were you!”“Yeah. Sure. Whatever ... my father once crashed the windshield of a car with his fist and pulled out that unlucky fucker with his broken hand, because he thought the fucker was screwing my mother. He can go absolutely mental when.