Parting lips she takes long breaths as I grab her hair and comment that I was gentle to her only for her to whisper that even with her failed past rel...tionship her kept to wax ropes and whips most of the time, she comments that even during there most randy play dates she never came close to using her safe word and he never wanted to expand so she would use her own methods for pleasure. I looked her in the eyes and said she would likely find her limit with me as her master and that she would. She paused the game."Pressure? I'm not pressuring I can wait until you're ready baby." Good. Let's get back to me being owned then."And for awhile I thought it was over. She told me to make some sandwiches for lunch and an hour later we were playing again. But then she paused it again."What if I stick in just the tip?" She asked."What?" Just the tip. You know, so we can see what it feels like." I dunno Rach..." Come on! It doesn't count if nobody gets off." Well..." I wasn't really sure if that. Hesitating but just a second to allow her to change her mind, I proceeded down to her warm and wiggling crotch where my hand settled and firmly started massaging into that area between her legs. She responded with a gasp from her mouth and an arching of her back, pressing into my massage. She sighed and relaxed as I continued to caress her junction with my hand. I dug my fingers into her opening as I rubbed down there and I applied pressure to her clitoral area as I rubbed up there. Over. Each came up to me and gave me a kiss, and my hands explored enough to learn that neither was wearing anything beneath the thin cotton shirts. We all sat down and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and simply had a quiet morning. Margaret and I have been talking, dear, and if its alright with you, we thought she might as well spend the weekend with us. If it works out OK, perhaps we can make this a regular weekend activity once in a while. What do you think? she asked sweetly. Well&hellip,I suppose.