She was still on her knees, so she just splayed them apart, rubbing her pussy against his lower legs moaning her need in a keening sound that came fro... the back of her throat. She braced one arm behind to open her pussy lips further, and allow her clit to feel the cloth of his pant leg. Cassie feverishly humped her master’s legs, her dress was pushed up around her waist, he could see that the small scrap of lavender underwear was soaked, and noticed a damp spot on the base of his trouser’s. She was a bedroom freak that loved to blow my mind with her slutty outfits and nasty actions but also a sweet, adorable chick with a kind heart that cared deeply about me and others.I held her head and felt the tip of her tongue brushing the ball sack she cupped gently in her hand."Fuck baby, that is sooooo awesome. So god-damn hot." I said as her eyes lit up from my praise. Just then we both heard a noise and she pulled my cock out of her mouth quickly and got off her knees and down off her. Not the hard slaps of abuse, no these are just enough to raise pink handprints and turn my head. Each slap lighting a fire in my skin that races over me, nipples swelling, labia swelling, heat rising in me as a blush that runs from my face to my sex. Need. Naked need for her dominance.“Slave slut, I have needed you for a half hour. I don’t like having to wait for my little whore. I told you I would hold it for you, and I don’t like being kept waiting at all.” She spoke in a calm reasonable tone. First one, then a second finger slipping inside, my thumb resting against her clitoris. Sharon gave a jerk, and her legs closed, holding my hand between them as her eyes rolled and closed as an orgasm hit. When she relaxed slightly. I propped myself up and looked at her wet honey pot. Leaning over I gave it a kiss as she flinched again, this was nice and sensitive, I thought as I gently parted her legs. Catching her eye, I could saw a little tear in the corner, I moved between her open legs,.