Jennifer quickly lines my eyes and fills in my brows."It's time you start applying your own make up."I eagerly reach for the eye shadow pallet when Je...'s voice stays myhand."No, Princess, not yet. Just some Mascara, and Lip Gloss for now, wehave a workout ahead of us, remember?" Princess?" Mistress's voice sounds from the doorway. A pause,"Jennifer, may I have a word with you?"Susan turn and walks back to her bedroom. I guiltily look at Jenniferin the mirror, and see her standing there. Not a word is spoken, but we understand what’s not being said. He’ll lay his head down, and his free hand strokes across my knee. His fingers tighten on mine for a moment, and he lets go. Sitting back up, he moves away again, but as he goes, I see the sheen of tears in his eyes. There’s so much pain within him, and I can’t take it away. I can’t fix it. It’s almost time for me to leave.. It’s getting late. I know I have to. But some days when I leave, it feels as if I’m abandoning him.. I let the aroma of the fresh cum intoxicate me. I had never ever done this before and I let my fingers slide inside my robe and down my panties. My pubic hair was wet already. I put my fingers down my slit and rubbed my clit. Now I felt the excitement of sneaking a wank with them able to come home at any time now. I opened my legs wide open and started in. I could feel and orgasm building. I pushed my fingers in my pussy, in and out like Troy was having sex with me. The palm of my hand rubbing. "That's up to our Master!" she giggled. "Just let me hear his Master's Voice, Tell me one way or the other?" she ventured."HMV says we could have more fun as a group" I retaliated. This was one of those weird moments when you know you have said the wrong thing."HMV" she repeated "Oh yes, from now on you will always be HMV!" she continued. So my nick name stuck."See you tomorrow night!" I ended the conversation.Saturday night at 6.30 pm, I arrived at their flat, carrying a large bottle of wine..