"I can't deny that. We all have needs, Jeffy. Perhaps the only reason all your buddies beat off is because they don't have any little girlfriends to d... it for them, or to suck them off - or to fuck."She stared at him eagerly, trying to discern the reaction of her words on him. His face twitched, his cock snapping to fuller attention, tenting magnificently against the front of his robe. He cupped his hands in front of his crotch to conceal the excited condition of his pulsing prick.He cleared. It is open enough for him to admire my breasts as they rise and fall with every deep breath I take in an attempt to calm down.He moves to stand behind me, pulling my hair to one side, exposing my neck to his warm breath. He leads me to the corner of the glass and I look down at the street below as he plants open mouthed kisses on my neck and shoulder. A wave of embarrassment washes over me as he suddenly dives into my panties with his right hand and I hear him give a throaty moan of approval as. Obviously, Mistress required me to install or use all the contents of the box, in the order in which they were packed; next out came a strange pair of skimpy, thong-like leather shorts and a sort of leather sports bra, both much more bulky than would be expected. The shorts also had an integral butt-plug and some sort of sheath, obviously intended to capture the slave's cock; the bra was more conventional, aside from cutouts for the nipples. Seeing the plug already had a thin coating of some. " I pulled her top under her breasts and weighed them admiringly in my hands. They really were her whole pride and joy, and rightfully so. I began sucking one with pleasure. Martina leaned against the wall and let me take her, while unbuttoning her jeans and sliding a hand inside them. I grabbed her tight butt while I pulled a nipple with my teeth."Did I allow you to touch yourself, slave?" I asked sternly. Martina pulled her hand back and said meekly: "No goddess, may I?" - "May I what?" I.