. if only he had gone all the way! But instead of eliminating the bothersome virginity that Jeanie wanted so badly to get rid of, Uncle Morgan had lef... her, going up to his room without gaining satisfaction for himself. It had been puzzling at first, but Jeanie was so dazzled by the crazy signals of mind- expanding sensual delight that coursed through the narrow walls of her thoroughly stimulated little cunt that she had let him go without running after him. After thinking it through carefully. I assumed he was taking her back to where she had left her car; presumably at the night club where he had picked her up. Admittedly my feelings toward the girl were a bit cold, I was more than jealous as I wished it had been me instead of her that he had taken to his bed.The third day was like the previous, long, hot, hard work. Then like the previous day, I clocked out, grabbed a salad and went out to eat in the dining room, only to find Sanders there finishing his own meal.The man waves me. He was tugging on my painfully tender nipples. The frustration had me close to tears. I nodded furiously, still pulling at my bindings. FUCK ME! I was screaming in my head. I was ready to beg, do whatever it would take. "Do you think that you've been a good girl?" he asked and stroked his hand gently down the side of my face. His touch gave me goosebumps. Yes. I nodded and relaxed my body. Master moved from my side and crouched again between my legs. His cock quivered and he pushed his head. " Martha blushes worse than you do. She even blushes so bad sometimes, she breaks into tears."I reached for my jocks. "Come on, no fair. I'm almost nekkid and you haven't even started."She watched my jocks go down and she watched me kick them away. I stepped toward her. She said, "I can do it." I can help." I undid the last button on her shirt, and she watched me open her shirt and take it off. I ran my hand around her waist looking for the zipper of her skirt. "This thing have a zipper?" It's.