"Sorry," she breathed, "you can touch me." Her hand went to mine and guided it back to her breast, but as my fingers touched her nipple again through ...he thin fabric of her T-shirt, her face turned away slightly as if to avoid looking at me and I thought I saw the glint of moisture in her eyes. I couldn't quite work out what was going on, but there was no way I was going to risk making this lovely, intriguing girl upset. I didn't touch her breast again. Instead, I stroked her hair, gently. She looked back at Master, who was far more conservatively dressed - khaki pants and a black collar shirt with long sleeves and onyx and gold cufflinks. "Here we are, Nora. You know what will be happening this evening, don't you?" Nora gulped and replied, "Yes, sir." "Tell me, Nora." "I will do whatever you tell me to do, Sir, with anyone you tell me." "That's right, Nora. Now, what is your safe word, and what happens if you say it?" "It is 'Mercy,' and you will stop everything and take me home. He was married, but if she played her cards right she could catch him at the right moment."But first I'm going to see if I'm right about something," she said aloud. She cupped each of her breasts, felt another rush of slickness pour from her crevice. Then she padded out of her room barefooted and went down the hall to her cousin's room.Billy wasn't much neater than his sister. There were open magazines strewn around and a baseball mitt tossed on the floor. His bed was unmade and Betty couldn't. Which, not so coincidentally, is why I clicked on anal after I logged on to my favorite website. I needed to see some woman humiliated by being fucked up the ass, and that wasn't going to happen in my bedroom. Never! Not that we didn't have a history that way. Back then, pre- and post- the wedding ceremony, she had no hesitation in taking me up the ass and then sucking my cock clean when I was finished. But since the kids came along, bless 'em, I love 'em, her asshole is limited to non-Greek.