.. it all depended on how angry she had made him.She sat down on the ground and thought of her master. She wanted his hard cock. She wanted to hear hi... telling her to cum. There was so much she wanted, and her pussy grew damp. She could still taste him on her tounge and she savored that taste. Remembering sucking on his hard cock. Remembering playing with it, and as she remembered she brough her hand down to her pussy. It was already wet and her finger slipped in easily. She pulled her finger. The masseuse could not believe what was going on, perhaps dreaming himself. He quickly locked the door as Steph started saying “put them inside”. The masseuse gently took her shorts and pants off and put two fingers into a very warm, wet, pulsating heaven. Steph was now in awe and loving the fact that Peter was so skilled with his fingers! Peter asked “you want some of what you handled earlier?” and Steph bellowed a yes, which startled the masseuse who asked if she was alright, but he got no. “Maybe someday.” Fran replied, with a copy smile. “Who knows what the future will bring?”“That wasn’t a no!” his friend said, grinning as he punched his arm playfully.Just then the bus pulled up to Fran’s house and let them out. Steve was mowing the lawn, but shut down when he saw the girls coming. “Hello, ladies.” He said cordially. “ Thanks for coming, Susie. I was hoping you would accept. Did my sister tell you about what I want?”“She did.” Susie said shyly. “Although I’m not sure why. She shifted her bum to allow me easier access to her inner thigh, my hand stroked up then found the thin strap of her thing, the wariness of her pussy was evident, and I pulled at the thin material, my fingers deftly slipping underneath to the wetness of her pussy. She sighed and eye closed she lay back onto the car seat. Then pushing me down she expertly undid my pants and released my cock , her hand grabbing it firm at first them making long slow strokes getting my 9inches harder, the precum.