He could feel her moving towards her orgasm. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled back. She broke over the edge. He fought back his own relea...e, not wanting this to end just yet. He did let her catch her breath, but he was surprised when she when she spoke. Cass had just had one of the best orgasms of her life, but she was not satisfied yet. Not with her Master’s previous slave at the table. She looked her way. “Get over there and ride my Master’s cock with that cunt of yours.” She was. Gina smiled and pulled her gown straps off her shoulders and it slid down her body to fall in a frilly puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She stood, legs apart slightly looking at me on the bed, spread out and stroking the vibrator in and out of my pussy.Gina's hand moved back to her pussy and she slid her finger back down between her wet lips and stroked it up and down. She pulled at her nipples one at a time, rolling them between her fingers, with her other hand,. I would say I had enjoyed her immensely. Being with Sandra was very different. I was somewhat disappointed at first, mostly that it didn’t last very long. It had been a while since I’ve been with a woman and I thought that may have had something to do with it.Anyway, back to my story. After that interlude, Sandra and I got into talking and she told me that she really enjoyed it (I was a bit surprised considering that she didn’t groan, moan, or scream all that much) and she wanted us to be. I won't tell you I liked eighth grade because I didn't. Academicsweren't my thing, but I had always enjoyed the social aspect of schooluntil...my hair got longer. And then it wasn't bad, but it wasdefinitely different than I had been used to.Hair and clothes are both superficial things, but I discovered they playa big role in other people's perceptions. My long hair had made me looklike a rebel of sorts. It didn't bother my good friends like Cam orFrank. I don't think they would have cared.