My fingers were slippery and I was pinching it between two knuckles, hard. It felt amazing when my clit was squeezed hard, but it was especially good ...hen it sort of burst through. I did it again and again. Then the door to our bedroom slowly opened.Although it was open only a few inches, I could tell it was my son outside. He knew what I would be doing. He wanted to see if I was really masturbating, and if his father was really asleep. He paused for what seemed like a long time, listening. I. “Time to kill, Hmmm…” said the Lord contemplatively. “On your feet, Naidu.”The Indian girl complied quickly.“Can I help” asked Sarah hopefully.Without speaking he turned to the black girl and roughly stripped her robe. For once she retained an even expression with her eyes down in submission. “Thank you Dominus” she said partly from learned courtesy and in the growing belief that a fuck was imminent.Still unspeaking he turned to Naidu and undid the tie of her robe. He then reached under the. Leaning down, my lips found hers, just lightly brushing at first as her dress slipped from her shoulders and down her body. I could feel some scaring on her back and she flinched slightly when my hands touched them.Apologizing to her, as our lips were still gently touching I told her "That I still will treat her as the same lady that I knew before and could help her to get them fixed if she wanted."My hands worked her the top of her bra straps over her shoulders and then unclipped it. Her hands. Reaching under her ass to grab the waist band I saw a very big wet spot in the crotch. As I peeled them off the smell of cum wafted up and her pussy had it oozing out. I knelt down and buried my face in her swollen wet pussy as she started to speak.Shortly after hanging up with me she stopped at a rest area to pee. When she tried to back out of her spot the car just spun its tires. A plow truck was in the rest area so she walked over and asked him if he could help her. He said ”honey, the way.