With my index finger I touched her clit. Just barely applying any pressure. I rubbed that for a little while then decided I would explore lower. I use... my middle finger this time and ran it down her tight pussy until I froze. It felt wet. Soaking in fact. I pulled my finger up and noticed a stringy substance on the tip of my finger. Not grossed out in the slightest I stuck it back between her legs and felt around her young hole. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I did small circles. I'm uncut, about 6.5 inches long, fairly thick. I have trimmed pubic hair at the base and I shave my balls.'Sounds nice - do not touch it.' my master ordered.'Now do you have anything you can put in your ass?''Yes sir I have my girlfriends dildo and a butt plug sir''Excellent! And have you ever used your girlfriends toys before?''Yes sir''Of course you have Jay, because your a dirty little slut aren’t you?'.'Yes sir''Say it for master''I’m a dirty little slut sir''Yes you are, and I think you. “A yacht and a helicopter.”“‘Er Countessness already given me an island. Are you sayin’ a yacht an’ a helicopter ain’t enough for that?” Mander replied.I had to think on that one. Julie emerged from the bedroom and looked out the front window.“They’ve set up a podium with microphones.” She said.“They’re calling me out.” Helen replied. “They’ll camp on your lawn until I go talk to them, and every minute I delay, another will ask the camera ‘Just why is she hiding from us?’ ‘Because you’re camped. We talked. We talked for hours. She told me her story and how she wanted to leave her husband and how she had told him, but how he hadn't took it so well. I said I understood. I had known a few of the types before--those guys that marry the first piece they ever come inside. I told her so but said it was different with him, maybe because of his religion. She wrote back that she didn't care. She wanted an American man to come over and lay her right. I told her I was a beer drinking, truck.