I made contact with her clit n pressed on it firmly she stopped grinding on me as she squeezed my leg with her hand. I stood her up n put my hand on h...r arse as I worked my way down to her pussy, I pressed two fingers in with ease as I moved them around inside of her she was struggling to stand, she held my arm n the table to stop her knees from buckling that’s when I felt her juices drip down my hand, I looked at her face and that’s when I knew she was ready to orgasm. I looked down to see wet. After I became calm on receiving this kind of monetary and labial reward, got back to my post at the doorstep. While going back, I couldn’t help thinking in my enthusiasm, disturbed by this woman's attitude. I had never met or seen her before, and again, out of the sudden, there she was: a female in She was a brunette, her hair gathered after a hair dresser had made an elaborated and sophisticated hairdo. She was the one I had helped with, I thought. A few people were still at the hall. Understood?”“Yes, Master.”“No matter what you consciously feel about me when you’re awake, you will trance at my words or my texts. Understood?”“Yes, Master.”“No matter how you feel about me, you’ll take time each day to watch one of my videos. Understood?”“Yes, Master.”“When the video ends, Katie will stay in trance until Brenda shakes her. Understood?”“Yes, Master.”“Good girls.”Both girls moaned again.“Continue the video.”Boratus hung up and Brenda unpaused the video.A moment later, or what. The boobs were so pushed-up that the tops of them were horizontal. I saw her patting her pockets in my peripheral vision. She pulled out a big fat bunch of keys and located her own bottle opener. “Want some Breezer?” she asked me conspiratorially, waving the now-open bottle of Bacardi in front of me.I took a quick swig of the sickly-sweet pop and handed it back. Rather than taking the bottle from me she just wrapped her tiny hand around mine and lifted the bottle to her own mouth with me still.