. The nameless one had gone off, she noticed.Finished gloating at the lowly predicament of her betters, she presumed.Never mind, little one, she promi...ed herself. I'll deal with you later.Next time I won't fail. She rolled her jaw to try and relieve the strainfrom her exertions in the tavern's alcove earlier, feeling the driedresidue on her cheeks pull at the skin. She had been well-used and thenight was not over yet. But it will be over! It can't go on forever,there would be an end, she. " She was startled at first and so didn't respond. "Grace, remove your panties." He repeated Himself, firmer this time. "Yes, Master." She lifted herself slightly off the seat and slid her panties off. "Good girl!" He placed a hand on her knee and slowly stroked her thigh. He pulled lightly on her leg, opening her up just a wee bit and then grabbed her inner thigh, pulling her leg as far over to Him as it would go. He ran a finger up and down her slit ever so slightly, barely touching her. He. I felt so sexy in that moment of self inflicted bliss.I took my design to the masses and posted pictures online of me in my denim chaps. They were positively received...even getting a flattering comment from a guy thinking I was a girl from the backside. But it was a comment from a regular in the gay chatroom that inspired me...."wouldn't it be nice if you had a Velcro cover or flap for easy access in public?" A few days later, a several failed experiments, I had constructed a pair of jeans. "Marca I got to rest give me a few minute oh God your something else!" I looked over at his alarm clock and saw it was almost 1 AM . Shit I got to get home and I wanted to fuck, goddamn living at home. "Charles when will your wife be home?" He looked up at me and said "Sunday night why!" I looked off in space as if I was trying to solve the cure for cancer. "I'm going to a party tomorrow night but I'll be here at 11 and can stay till 1 again so let's skip the pussy eating and cock sucking.