Now tell me.M- I will kiss that neck of yours and french kiss you.S- Hmm. I am feeling something.M- What are you feeling. Imagine me doing that. And s...owly pressing your titts.S- Oh yeah. I feel wet already.M- Take off your top. (I gaze onto my phone as she takes off her top, obeying me)S- My nipples feel so hard right now.M- Oh yeah? Keep your phone down and press your nipples for me. S- Okay. As you say. ( She listens to me and starts pressing her tits through her bra)M- Thats hot. Now slowly. I went to kiss her and she shook her head, blowing me a kiss instead. I stroked and pumped my cock, increasing in pace until I was ready to release my cum. Abi had groaned slightly as she played with herself and I closed my eyes.I felt the cum surge up my cock and I spurted out, mostly landing on my chest. I glanced over at Abi and she smiled."I never tire of seeing a guy bring himself to orgasm," she said and I grinned at her, ever so slightly self-conscious now that the horniness had. "What's to worry about?"Just then the tip of his penis touched the puffed-out lips of her vagina, and she sighed in hot excitement. She no longer worried about whether or not Barbara might come home. She cared only about getting fucked. And, for once in her life, she wasn't trying to con herself into believing something different.To assist him, she reached for her cunt with both hands and spread her dampened vulva. His cock slid about an inch inside."God, do it, fuck me!" she whispered."You're. “I want to see you again. Don’t open the box. Call me first.” The note read. Sherri smiled. Was this a joke? She wanted to see James, not his box. Damn it! she thought. Her trembling hands dialed her cell. “Did you open the box?” It was James. His voice was hypnotic. “No.” “No, what?” “No, Master.” “Stay on the phone and open it now.” “Yes, Master.” Sherry carefully opened the box. It was clothing. She carefully spread out an African robe for a woman. Then she opened a box.