I was too worriedabout my dad seeing my polished nails to be worried about the apron. Idid not eat much as I was trying to avoid looking at my dad an... trying tokeep my hands off the table. My dad just looked over at me and said towatch out - if I kept wearing that apron, I will want my own. Finally,and it seemed like eternity, as my mom kept talking about all the thingsshe wanted to do with me this summer, the meal was over. I helped my momclean-up. When everything was done, she told me to. You will store this load until I see fit to relieve you of it.” She whimpered around his softening cock. I ordered Constantine back upstairs and then strapped Melanie to the table, this time on her hands and knees. “And to think about the nasty thing you’ve just done, an enema will be rewarded to you to hold over night. Pucker up Melanie.” With that I slid the enema tube into her butt and turned on the bag. The water was frigid, just as I’d planned. I squoze the bag to rush the water into her. I was touching myself." "Touching yourself while thinking about another woman," Susan says coldly. "Don't even try to deny it -- I can always tell." "Yes, mistress," Paula replies softly. "And what were you thinking about her? While you were fingering your cunt? What, slut?" "I was thinking about fucking her." Slowly, slowly I creep toward Susan's bedroom, unable to restrain my curiosity. As I approach the door I notice that it's slightly ajar, and when I peek through I am stunned into. The girl's hand retreats from between her dripping crotch and joins the other behind her back. The slave's ass is staring right up in Ashley's trembling face. She notices the girl's two pink holes, both currently soaking with moisture. Where am I? What am I doing here!? What the fuck have I gotten myself involved in? Mistress bends over slightly and pulls the girl's cheeks apart. Ashley has a direct view of everything just a few inches away. She can smell the girl's warm, overflowing pussy. Its.