To say I slept very well that night is an understatement and when I woke needing to pee, I was still sandwiched between my foster parent and her mothe.... For the first time in my life I realized I felt loved, safe and secure.Friday morning over coffee the three of us talked. Sam told me that in her position of authority over me, she would never touch me sexually. Short of that I was to feel free to masturbate myself whenever I felt the need. Further, I was allowed to watch Sam when she felt the. And again my cousin started drilling his fingers inside me.. So his left inside my pussy and the rite one in my ass… it was like I was in heaven… and even after caressing my clitoris he finger fucked me.. And my hole was really small at that time… n his fingers was really big. And so it was a good feeling, that his fingers was drilling inside my pussy….And after a couple of seconds ,my pussy was full of water.. n he asked whether I leaked.. I said.. I don’t know.. He asked me 2 touch my pussy…. Chloe couldn't help it. She moaned as it sank into her and flexed her hips as it withdrew. It trailed up her bottom, spreading moisture and circled her tightly puckered rosebud. With no other warning it plunged in to the first knuckle and Chloe's head came up in shock as her ass clenched hard against the invader. She received a hard slap on her ass for her troubles and cried out. "Quiet slave! Hold your position until I tell you otherwise." Julia turned to her guests. "Quite the tightest. Miss Driscoll loved fashion, and had often been encouraged as a child to take a modelling career (a number of local photographers had offered her father their services for free). Normally she would wear well-fitted dresses that caught the eye of her admirers but didn’t show too much off, and she had a particular love for 1950s style skirts that, whilst often long and colourful, were quickly removable should the need arise.But her clothes often spent at least part of the school day on the floor.