Mommy let go of my right breast and moved her hand down my stomach and right over Brians. He let go of my pussy and put his hand over hers, encouragin... her to do what hed been doing. It felt different. Mommys hand was softer, but her nails felt hard and cold. I liked Brians hand better. I felt one of her nails ease between my lips and it kind of hurt the way it slid over my skin. I wiggled as Brian kissed his way from my nipples, down to my stomach, and down to Mommys hand. Tell me what to do. " Yes, Mistress." Though we're now husband and wife, you will not be allowed to have sexual intercourse with me for the duration of our marriage. I don't think a Mistress should allow a slave the pleasure of fucking her. That takes away her power. Don't you agree, darling?" Yes, I do." That special gift should only be granted to her lovers." Yes, Mistress," I said."As a slave, your duties will include the preparation of all my lovers for me. That means you'll get their cocks nice and hard for. Mike was a gentleman in everything he did. Not the typical open the car door or pull up your chair at the table. He did those things but I paid no attention to that. It was clear things. He had long black hair. Soft to the touch and shined when light hit it. He was tall almost like the pine trees along the road, high cheek bones those of an indian and the muscle mass to define he was a man indeed. His eyes were unsophisticated and yet at the same time complex. To many brown eyes or almond some. It isn't until I am upstairs in the bathroom about to get into the shower when I hear them enter the house. they are probably cooking something to eat because I hear the pots and pans clanking as I dip my head under the shower. My cock is almost painful its so thick and full of blood. God I can't help but think about all the girls downstairs. I don't normally find them the focus of my masturbatory fantasies but today is different. I can't not think about Carly and her tits, the way they bounce.