“Yes master”, I spread them though my toes hardly on the ground.I gasp and take in the air as I feel fingers of my master in my pussy edging me ha...d suddenly.I was almost about to cum when my master stopped. “What must you do now bitch? “My master asked in his seductive hypnotizing voice.“Yes master, thank you master,” I say as I open my mouth to lick off my juices from my master’s fingers.I suddenly feel my legs lifted up and being put around my master’s waist. I shivered and moaned as I felt. I am watching television in the lounge-cum-dining room of our bungalow. I am still replaying in my head the events of earlier. I hear Moody walk along the path and then slip her key into the front door. I wonder what kind of mood she is in – not good if the past few days are to go by. She puts her head round the lounge door and cheerily greets me: ‘Hi, you look very relaxed with your feet up… your little break from work seems to be doing you good – you’ve got some colour back in your cheeks…. He slipped first one and thentwo fingers into the entrance to my "pussy". Slowly his fingers slid in and out, opening the hole of my sex. Gradually his fingering grew a bitfaster and he pushed his fingers in deeper. He reached toward the nightstand and stuck his fingers into a snifter of brandy. Once his fingers werewet with the brandy he once again slipped them into my rear honey pot. I began to moan as he expertly and lovingly penetrated my "pussy" withhis brandy coated fingers. "Chrissie,". Just let me know when you can start. We can get some of the formalities out of the way now, if you like..."Back at Emily Jane, Terry had a casserole in the oven and his head in a book when Anh returned. Looking up as she entered the saloon, he stood and walked toward her. She stopped and tried to glare at him (without, it has to be said, much success) and, when he got within arms' reach poked him, hard, in the chest."You knew! Don't try to deny it! You knew what she wanted to talk about!" She.