“Hey, you. I see you're enjoying the sunshine again.”“It's a beautiful day. I had to take advantage. Have you got time for a cuppa?”“Sure; I...ll be over in five, just got to finish hanging my own washing.”“I'll go put the kettle on.”I hung the rest of the washing, then went inside. I flicked the kettle on, on my way past, and was about to go put a dress or something on when I realized I didn't have to. It's not as though she hasn't seen me naked before, I thought to myself, and I felt a little. "Anabella and Celeste once again did nothing but talk aboutyour outfit, ha," They laughed some more and Lydia said. "I see youwere getting pretty chummy with Kevin, you looked so much like a girlnext to him. I forgot who you were." "Mmm," I said and drifted off tothink about the night again.----------------------------------------------------------------------The entire week I did nothing but fantasize about Clyde and Kevin andeven Guy. I was watching so much porn that week trying to get tips. Skinny made sure her fingers slapped the narrow space between Betsy's legs and the sounds were probably more defeating than the actual physical punishment."Please, don't. You're hurting me," Betsy cried."My love! Do you know how to make Mistress stop?" Oh, gawd. Please stop." I said ... do you know how to make me stop?" Oh, please. I'll do anything." Yes, my love. Show me that sweet cunt ... keep those legs spread." I am ... gawd, I am." Such a beautiful cunt, too." Please ... please stop!" Oh,. Within a few bounds, I had gotten the two of us into cover behind a piece of machinery. The slaves watched mutely, then went back to their duty. As they teetered off, I tugged Miss SKIT against me. My arm slid along her belly and my other arm wrapped around her shoulders. I held her there – and I had a good reason too. The machine we were hiding behind was pretty skinny. If we tried to stand beside one another, both of us would be visible. ... also, it let me grind against her gently.“My name’s.