My fingers found her clit, and I rubbed my thumbnail in several slow circles over it. I wanted to stick my fingers into her, but her jeans fit too snu...ly. So I took my other hand off her breast long enough to unbutton her jeans, and I fit first one finger into her, then two.I worked my fingers in time to how I worked her ass. With each upstroke on her ass I pulled my fingers out of her. With each downstroke I pushed my fingers back in. Becca moaned and trembled as I took her from both sides at. He removed her dress and attached a leash to her collar. Pixie was grateful when he pulled her behind him without commanding her to her hands and knees. Crawling on the pavement would have hurt. Not that she would have paused before obeying or complained but still she was grateful. Master led her to the front door and rang the bell. The door was soon opened by a female slave wearing a collar and a short nurses dress. It was short enough for pixie to see the slave was allowed panties. She also. His low hanging balls were hairless, 2, & a few seconds later he wrapped the towel around his waist & walked in2 the bedroom. i averted my eyes from his body, not wanting him 2 know that i was staring. ( i think he knew it, but he pretended that he had not seen me looking.) we went in2 the living room & i got us a beer. he was sitting on the couch, drinking it, when cold water from the can fell 2 his belly, making him jump. when he jumped, the towel came loose & he pulled it free & dropped it. Garima ( name changed ) was my school mate from class 1. But we never had many memories together as we were in the different group. After class 8, we both went to different school and we never got a chance to talk. After I joined the college in the different city, on a random day, I saw her profile on FB and I started talking to her. Conversations started with simple ‘hello’ but it went way beyond that. We exchanged numbers and now we started talking. We used to talk daily at night for hours.