I also notice that your legs are slightly apart and can see a small damp patch growing in your panties as you lean over me. I slide my fingers between...your legs and you offer no resistance as I run my fingers over the damp patch and even manage to slide the tip of one into your tight wet pussy."Ooh you are a naughty boy" you whisper as you take my cock into your mouth. My fingers are now stroking your labia and teasing your clitoris as you start to suck on my cock. I pull away the material. She’d considered the possibility, over long sleepless nights in the cell, that Mistress Joy had died weeks, months, years ago, and her slaves just kept recruiting and processing more women to serve her, following commands automatically and then imprinting them onto others. But it was more likely that Mistress Joy didn’t bother watching the processing personally. Why risk an incident with a girl who still had free will, when you could be surrounded with devoted slaves? The scene shifted again,. Isko likhne mein hume bhi ek ajeeb tarah ka mazaa aata hai. Aapko isse pad kar mazaa aaya, yeh jaan kar hume aur bhi mazaa aaya.Pichhle part ko padke aapko yeh to pata lag hi gaya hoga ki Mamta ki pyaas kitni zyaada hai. Aur yeh bhi pata lag gaya hoga ki hum ek doosre se kitna pyaar karte hai. In fact, shayad woh aur mazboot ho jayega. Aur is baat ke liye Mamta bhi almost raazi ho gayi thee. Ya yoon kahiye ki uski bhook ne usse na chahte hue bhi raazi kara hi diya tha. Hum log aksar aisi. I felt a rush of warmth filling my body as our lips rolled then our tongues searched into the others mouth. His hands rubbed at my back as mine grabbed his butt. We were still kissing deeply and with passion when Janet came walking from the bathroom up to us. “So how do I look?” Janet asked.We broke our kiss turning to look at Janet. She was dress in a black leather jacket that was unzipped so you could see the red push up bra she wore under it. She also had on a very short black leather skirt.