" Yes, Master."She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. He bent down and put his lips to her forhead. She blushed, making him chuckle from ...ithin his chest."Don't ever change, my sweet Kristen." I won't, Master."She followed him to the foyer. Two slaves, both males dressed in the classic style of butlers, brought their coats. As one helped Master into his heavy, top coat, the other helped Kristen into her plain cloth jacket. Her cheeks burned as she watched two slaves in maid. I thought if I teased her the way she had teased me, she might get the message, so I bought two pairs of lightweight rayon shorts. My waist barely moved the waistband when I put them on. They were perfect; very short legs, tight in front, but comfortably loose elsewhere. I cut the linings and pockets out of them. Trying the modified version on, I knew I had a winner. I never wore underpants under them. My 'package' pushed the soft rayon out noticeably and showed flopping movement when I. The pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.That was it. I exploded.My cum fired into my little sister-bitch’s mouth. Blast after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hips wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming. ”Crystal beams. “Really? Well, I think her breasts look fake, and mine are natural. Here, feel them so you’ll agree.”“No, I don’t need to feel them. I can tell that they’re real.”“Seriously, I want you to know for sure.” She takes Harmony’s hands and puts them on her breasts. “See? Now you know that isn’t me in the video, right?”Harmony pulls her hands back. “I agree.” She’s very flustered. “I’ll let you go back to bed now. Forget I called.”“But now I want to know something. What are you doing.