“No need to knock, silly,” Cindy stated while moving a pan off the stove. “While you are here, my place is your place. Feel free to come and go ...s you please.”Cindy was wearing a t-shirt and very thin boxer shorts. Jenna noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra as Cindy’s full breasts swayed beneath the t-shirt as she moved about.“Ok, thanks,” Jenna replied attempting not to blush as she thought of Eli and Cindy fucking the last time she walked in. Or of Cindy grasping one of her own tits and pinching. He came to know that I got enjoying it and he gave me a mind blowing smooch. Our tongues met with each other. We rolled our tongue and he was exploring my mouth with his tongue.By this time his hands were over breast, pressing hard. Wow, I was enjoying. He then removed my t shirt, for which I did not stop him. We both kissing continuously till that time. Removing my t shirt made our lips got separate. But I din want to stop anything. I held him tightly and he started kissing me and pressing my. He ran his fingers over my neck and face, and then pushed my arms down my side and behind me. He had one arm holding my hands behind me as he used his other hand to loosen and remove the towel that I had wrapped around me."We were discussing the fact that since you were pushing so hard to have us accept Becky's decision to be a slave, maybe you should see how it feels to be in Becky's place."My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in shock and outrage. Of course, the outrage might have been. The slave’s past experience had always been that if it spotted a woman who looked “butch” that there was always or at least most of the time a good chance that they might be gay or bisexual at least but it didn’t want a woman like that. If nothing else it did know that much about what it was looking for. It wanted to find a woman who looked feminine, sexy and who had a talented tongue. If it was going to let another woman go down on its pussy then it wanted one who knew what the hell she.