It?s always on a Thursday, though not on all of them, that Igo to Mr. Marshall?s, always alone, and always nude under my one allowed pieceof clothing.... I never know when I will go. Sometimes Paul, my master, willtell me in the morning, after I?ve showered and shaved him, as he dresses,maybe as he does his tie: ?Today you have an appointment with Mr. Marshall? And I answer softly ?Yes Paul? He lets me use his firstname, most of the time. Other times, he tells me the night before, maybe after. "CLAIRE!!!!" she jumped straight up, she had not heard Mr. Thomas come into the office, "Yes Sir?" she tried to hide her hand with the ring on it, "Show me your hand," hesitatingly she did. She stared down at the floor, knowing she had been caught red handed, he took her hand and stared at the ring on her finger, "Do you think this is yours, Claire?"She shook her head no, then he let her hand go, she worked to get the ring off her finger, but it was on tightly, she thought he was going to help. Im in no hurry, I have at least another hour so I can afford to take it slow and enjoy a long build up to a screaming orgasm. Thats the other benefit to being home alone I dont have to be quiet when I make myself cum. My fingers are all slippery with pussy juice as I explore the intimate contours of my young cunt. I tickle my light crop of pubic hair and flirt with my virgin hole. I pinch my nipples through the jersey, delighting in feeling them stiffen between my fingers. My clit is so hard. It only took me a couple of seconds to drag my tee shirt over my head, drop my shorts and kick off my trainers, so I was miles ahead of Mum, diving in to the water and then turning and waiting mid-stream, to watch her carefully pick her way over the rocks in her bare feet. She had white cotton panties and a white bra on, and I could make out the shape of her pussy where the panties clung to her and see her patch of hair, faintly through the material. Mum saw me staring at her and she turned a.