The red leather skirt I had on fit perfectly, and his hand felt wonderful. First my ass, caressing each globe, then easing down lower. Slipping under ...he hem, caressing the back of my thighs. He started to move them up the back and I gasped slightly, but looking to the side I saw nobody else there so said nothing.And when his hand moved between my lightly quivering thighs, I even moved my feet a bit farther apart. I could not help a soft moan as his fingers found my quim, caressing me through. Anything. The house seems to be quiet and I start to relax a little. Then, a noise again. This time definitely not the rain or the storm but from inside the house. The sound of someone moving about clumsily. I freeze, my senses alert.It is when I reach for the bell that I remember that I am alone in the house. Normally I would use the small bell next to the clock to summon my slave. But I had sold her at the market only two days before and hadn't been impressed by any of the replacements. I had. It will help in establishing yournew identity too."Where I'd currently got to felt right on so many levels, I actually had afeeling of positive anticipation about the future. So much so, that Ifound myself walking around in an almost permanent state of wonder.Suzanne was going to be a real, living, breathing person. It had taken a good few weeks of intensive talking to and a number ofobject lessons to get me there, but for the first time, I felt like I wasdoing something right and regardless of. I bite my lip realizing I’m wet, it must have been because of my dream. I bring my fingers from my clit and close my mouth over my pointer finger and middle, sucking my juices clean. I lick my lips and can’t stand another second without getting what I want. I scoot closer to him, excited and horny, I lean over and kiss him softly. He doesn’t budge, I keep my lips moving, my hand caressing his soft skin. I feel his lips start moving with mine, I open my eyes and see him staring back at me as we.