She was the one who told him to reach down inside her skirt before he even had a chance to try. She told him to feel her cunt albeit on top of her und...rwear that time as well. Oh yeah, he did it all under her command of course, and today of all days was no different. ‘Take it off’ she said referring to her top, which he did. ‘Feel my breasts honey’ she invoked in a great but soft passionate tone. He did as asked. She told him to remove her panties which of course he did and then he looked at. "I see you have already started. Maybe I could watch you?" I offered.Isabella didn’t even respond in words; she just pulled down her shorts and pulled off her top exposing a perfect nubile body and jumped on the bed beside me.“Have you ever been with a woman before?” I asked.“No, but I find girls very attractive,” she told me.“Me too. Masturbate for me, Isabella,” I ordered.Isabella’s hand moved to her completely shaved pussy and began rubbing her clit in a circle. I mirrored her as we watched. Bobbi was a truer slave, Anna a more interesting chat. And in terms of adventure even poor little Kimmie was a greater challenge.Of course Angique knew the why of her wavering attitude, but even thinking about it was just too scary. It involved notions like dependence and surrender, notions she thought she had conquered long ago and would never consider again.The why, of course, was that she loved the slut. But experience had taught her that "love" was synonymous to "heart break" and even. ’ ‘Yes, my lady, I know. She told me this morning as how she’d arranged to have you fucked half to death last night, so that you’d be ready for deprivation.’ Marie’s eyes twinkled. ‘Was it good, last night? All three of them?’ ‘She made me drink a potion to increase my need,’ Constance said. ‘This is not amusing … I am dying!’ Marie examined her, clucking over the small openings with their rows of metal teeth. ‘How terrible! If you try even to get a pinkie finger in there …’ ‘Why has she done.