So close to the beginning of my task.My Master always told me how beautiful my body was, but a slave like me does not think so. I am not beautiful for...others, only for him. My charms, my body is beautiful for him alone.I try my best to ignore the approving glee of boys and men tracking my progress with enlarged eyes. To me they are nothing. Trash. He's the only man on earth, my life.Yet the women are a totally other ordeal. The scorn, the shaking heads, the whispering.Finally I am here, my. "He moves up to between my legs as a shiver of anticipation jitters through me. I feel his cock just touch my slit and then he rubs it up and down. God, I could cum just to that it feels so good. Then, he slowly presses forward and I could feel some resistance even though my legs were open a lot and then he pushed inside about two inches.It was a bit uncomfortable for a few seconds, then as he moved a little, it began to feel nice, very nice. Oh, this is way better than my fingers, for sure. He. Jerking him off just got me so hot… I just couldn't help myself. He slid his fingers back inside me and back out, taking them to his mouth and licking his lips.“You don’t taste too bad yourself sweetie.” He then got up and went to the bottom of the bed, near the lower half of my body. He slowly slid my pants off, and my heart began to race.“Oh God… he’s not going to is he?” He slipped off my panties, and wrapped his arms around my legs, and put his head in front of my pussy. He took his. “well I have a plan to get us all in the same room”She explained her plan to me and I agreed hoping it would lead to some sort of reconciliation. But Ally had higher, sexier hopes I think.I Waited till Saturday afternoon. She said the two were planning a quiet weekend at home and I should just stop by and see them. I arrived about two in the afternoon and Ally let me in. She led me to the living room where Margo sat on the couch with her feet up on the table. She wore a white t-shirt that.