She smiled and told him to switch seats with her. He smiled and they swapped seats so that now, her hand was squeezing his eight inch cock through his...pants. She knew enough to not squeeze to hard or fast or he would shoot his load right then and there. She had magic hands, he always told her. He rested his hand casually on her leg for a while but, it was too much for her as well. She slid down the seat so that his hand was pressed under her skirt and against the silk of her panties. The. Must taste you. Must feel your tongue. Your lips, so hungry. My lips part, tongue running along the bottom of my teeth. No space separates us and I'm still lost in your eyes. I'm lost inside of you.Firm lips crush mine and you're so addicting flavor washes over my senses. Our tongues meet, touching each other, tasting each other. I touch you, softly running my fingers up your chest massaging your shoulders, your neck. Running my fingers along your neckline and ever so gently along the rim of. "If this keeps up, we'll go bankrupt with buying all the bottled water" he said, opening one from fridge. "But do you think a plumber can fix it?" Guilmon replied, looking kinda amazed."He better be. Otherwise, we have nothing to drink anymore." Takato said taking sip of the bottled water.When Takato had left, Guilmon licked some of the brown stuff and gagged, dropping the glass back to the sink. It tasted even worse than it. This was entirely a one-way relationship, we never had sex, she never performed a sex act on me, never allowed to see her in a state of undress. We had gradually shifted from a conventional boyfriend/girlfriend relationship into a full Mistress/Slave relationship.I'd now be be doing her household chores, I was now her domestic slave to use and abuse, and I loved it. I love being her bitch obeying her every command. Then she said as we weren't in a sexual relationship I had no need for a dick.