Once said the words relaxed me."Joseph Solomon I presume," said Greg. "What does Bethesda see in you?" Got me," I said."How are you in a fight?" Greg ...sked."I can keep from getting humiliated," I answered."We little men must stick together. Fists or knives?" Whatever you prefer," I said as bravely as I could manage.He tossed me a blade, blunted but it had weight. Angels moved tables and chairs to make a space. We posed for conflict. He awaited my move. I lunged and retreated. I lunged and. I felt very lucky that Master had suggested an outing. He was usually averse to public gatherings. I had longed to be out with him, to be seen with him. Master’s rule while in the car was that my skirt be hiked as high as possible and my legs be spread so that he could have access to his pussy at any time. For the past several weeks he had insisted that I wear a butt plug as well, which he inserted before we left the house. The drive to the park was relatively short, but I was a little alarmed. . good.”Her last word came out in a rising squeal as she arched her back, rigid in her orgasm. As she slowly relaxed, catching her breath, I stroked her body.“That was so much better than when I do it to myself,” she panted, “how did you do that?”“That's just the beginning.” I told her.I kissed her for a while, she was a fast learner, kissing almost as well as Sandi did. I moved down, kissing her neck, her breasts, and down her belly until my tongue slipped into her slit, tasting her juices. She rubbed her pussy to the rhythm at which I stroked and groaned restlessly. I wanted to see her pussy up close, and she didn’t hesitate to make it happen. She grabbed the camera off the table and put it on the bed. She brought her wet pussy close to the camera and rubbed it. I listened closely to the sloppy sounds of her soft pussy being rubbed madly with her wet fingers and went mad.Mallika: Oh fuck! I’m dripping so much!Me: Fuck, yes! Yes! That pussy sounds so good.Mallika: Fuck me! Please.