I decided to stop and keep back the mug and she called me.Priya: wait you forgot to wash me here, gesturing to her pussy.Me: oh sorry, amma.I was in 7...h heaven thinking that I was going to wash he pussy. I was scared though.I touched her pussy, with my one hand and with the other poured water.Priya: Mone, can you please soap me there?I obliged and kept the mug aside and soaped it. I was engrossed in the work, that by mistake entered my finger into her hairy pussy. She didn’t even ask me to. “You feel so good,” Elizabeth whispers, lids lightly shut, and I don’t know what comes over me. I move up, forcing Elizabeth to her back, and suddenly I’m on top. Maneuvering myself in line with her, I lower my pulsing wetness to hers, and we both sigh when our flesh adheres.I move on her with hunger, needing her, giving myself to her. She humps up into me, her clit getting hotter with our furious tempo. I lean to kiss her neck as I fuck her, her dainty fingers in my hair. Listening to her. ‘Are you sure?’ I wasn’t. ‘Yes Sir’ ‘Stay there and I will get the ruler and clips. You’ve earned a session with the cat for making me get them myself. Don’t move.’ I stood still and willed myself not to cry. My body was exhausted and I was painfully hovering on the brink of arousal. My legs were shaking when Master put the bar up to them to measure. I could see I was a good two or more inches off, and when he held the ruler up, he announced that it was 11 centimeters. I whimpered. He looked at. Unfortunately, her distracted parent scarcely recognized her and thought she was there to visit some other patient and had gotten her mixed up for somebody else. The visits were becoming an exercise in futility but she continued non-stop because the guilt of not doing it would haunt her in her sleep.Her apartment was a bit lonely with nobody to talk to but she had the advantage of being able to masturbate without fear of being overheard and it was of great benefit to her orgasms. She tried to.