Master David is there, as well as Teresa’s Master. You are sitting next to Maria and for a while it is quiet.We all simply enjoy the silence of the ...arly morning and our emotions. Looking over at Teresa I see an amazing transformation. She is kneeling at her Masters feet and I am reminded of the night I met her which seems like years ago. The angry, defiant c***d. Now she is a woman and a beautiful, elegant slave. She shines like a diamond in the morning sun and her Master beams with pride. I. " The Festival must seem strange if you're not used to it,” she said. “Especially if you didn't grow up with it like we all did." I wouldn't mind if it was just strange," I said. "But I didn't expect to feel so...alien. I came here wanting to belong." Poor Charles," she said. "You've never really known where you belong because your parents never told you. But you really are one of us. Grandpa always says that the real meaning of the Festival is family. Those who take part in the rites all. As she couldn’t bear anymore she asked me to play the real game. She caught my cock and gave me a hint to enter her. Slowly, I teased her pussy by placing it in her entrance . She couldn’t bear it so she took my cock and asked me to do it. I slowly entered her pussy and she was tight enough. She moaned and said ‘ Rahul , pls do it slowly as it’s thick. I slowly entered with 3 strokes and was now in good rhythm. I was sucking her boobs n biting her nipples n pumping her. She was happy as I can. He shivers. She moves lower still, kissing his strong pecks, licking his nipple as she passes it. She runs her tongue in small circles around his belly button then a straight line to just under the waist band of his jeans. His cock jumps at this and he lets out a soft moan. I am still posted in my corner, watching. I know this is wrong of me but I can’t turn away. I am dripping wet. I feel a little moisture slide down to my thigh. I run my finger along my slit to see how wet it is. My finger.