“Love this ass girl. I’m gonna do bad things to it.” She commented, reaching down and squeezing Lindsay’s rear. Cassie and I could see a dark ...kinned hand with long red fingernails dragging across the flesh of her butt cheeks.“Whatever you want. I can’t wait Miss.” Lindsay replied, looking over her face with a smile.“How much time you got left to cook?”“We have a couple minutes. It’s just simmering now.”“Good, I’m hot. Come here.” The voice ordered.Cassie and I watched as the dark hand pushed. I pumped some water and carried it upstairs to wash out my womb. I wanted it to be clean in case Miles wanted to make love to me once more.I thought of all that Margaret told me about a woman and a man having loving intercourse. She told me about sucking his manhood and him tonguing my sex. I wondered if he would find that as a perversion. The way my oldest sister put it, it was just an extension of two loving people expanding their passion for each other. When I asked her how she knew all of. But only when I asked. I was her Master now. And it was clear that her sexuality was centered upon her breasts.The next time we played was several days later. I had picked up some things at a head shop just off campus. The hippies had begun a great movement about openness in the world of sexuality. I found some interesting things I decided might be fun to try out with my darling."What's in the bag, Sir?" she queried, as I walked into her apartment."You'll see, little Kitten. You'll see. Let's. Now, the crowd was massive, more than three times its normal size. ‘For your safety,’ crackled the loudspeaker, just as the train entered the confines of the narrow station ‘please stand behind the yellow line.’ A push, a bump, and a jostle from behind, as the crowd surged ahead, Jenny stumbled forward leaning precariously and teetering on the edge of the platform. She could not maintain her balance for long and with her arms flailing frantically, she screamed falling. Just as the train reached.