Just like I remember. We kissed again ... and again. She slid her tongue out to find mine and we french kissed. I missed her ... So. So. Much. I grabb...d her ass and she let out the cutest moan out of surprise but she wouldn't stop kissing me. My pussy was wet and my clit was on fire. She knew that. She let her hand follow gravity and her fingers gently but with confidence pressed against my wet pussy. I moaned and kissed her like never before. She smiled, proud to know she can give me such. It bore three long welts across the deep groove of her spine. "Cut her down," I said to no one in particular, and when none of the slaves moved, I pulled my little knife and cut her bonds. She collapsed to her knees, rubbing her wrists, hair still covering her face."What do you intend?" asked the man in the chair, crossing his legs the other way. "Are you going to steal my slave, after all I bred her; she's my git." You mean that you're her father?" I asked, shocked I suppose."Of course," he. Tell me when you are getting close to cumming. I got off my bed and got onto the floor. It was not uncomfortable, I had some soft carpet. My panties kept getting more wet from my saliva. It felt a little funky but I kinda liked it, and I also liked that I was making him happy. I went onto my elbows with my ass up in the air so I could hold my phone in my other hand while I fucked myself.ASlut: I am on the ground sir. I’m fucking myself with two of my fingers.I’d started slowly at first. My. She felt Jen’s legs begin to tremble and as she cried out Marissa felt them closing around her face, holding her in place as Jen ground the soft flesh against her tongue, fingers tight in her hair as she was overcome. When it was over Marissa lifted herself free, crawling up to gently kiss her girlfriend. The smell of sex was everywhere and she could feel wetness running down her thighs. Before long Marissa began to deepen the kiss once more, rolling her tongue over her lover’s and leaving.