You found my hard and swollen button. You found my juices flowing – making the bar stool wet and sticky. Staring me in the eyes, never taking your ...yes off of me, you started very slow and circular motions on my clit. You angled your body such that it blocked most of mine – making it hard for the average person to see what you were doing to my body. You did not pick up the pace. You did not rub any harder. You just patiently and seductively kept swirling your finger softly on my clit. I. As you belong to me you also belong to him. You are my responsibility and if you displease him in any way we will both pay dearly. You will walk beside me at all times unless instructed otherwise and copy everything I do when around Master. Do not ever speak to him unless he speaks to you first. He will expect you to at least know how to greet him when he gets home so listen carefully. We will both kneel at the bottom of the stairs with our hands behind our backs and shoulders pulled back. Do. It was like the sun wasshining directly into her face. Her head felt like it had been packedwith cotton and she was having trouble making sense of anything.Realization grew on her that she had been looking at the same spot onthe curtain wall beside the bed for minutes before she even knew that itwas there.A dull ache in her shoulder got her attention and served to help her cutthrough some of the fogginess. The last thing she remembered was asharp pain in her shoulder outside Hiram's garage. . ‘For a labourer, you have a delicate touch with your hand,’ my eyes still closed, giving myself up to the sensation I was getting from having a strange hand caress my breasts. ‘That’s nice. Ever so nice. Rub them harder Mark! Let me feel your hands, both of them.’ He complied by using both of his hands to rub the oil into my breasts, sweating more from the expectation than the thrill of having these tits of mine under his hands. ‘How far do you want me to go Mrs Newton?’ he asked in a somewhat.