He takes both my breasts in his hands and kneads them slowly. My cock... so hard! His hands work back down my body and work under the base of my top... He runs his hands over my bare stomach. I press my ass into his cock; he thrusts right back. He starts to move his hands down my skirt and lifts the hem. He runs his right hand up my inside thigh, slowly, starting at the knee. Not lightly this time, but with noticeable firmness. His hand crawls up me, painfully slow and deliberate. I'm aware. Her face was red with anger and embarrassment when Mr. Peters pulled her back to her feet. She ran off down the hall without saying another word to him. With a sigh, he returned to the infirmary to grab a towel to clean the floor with.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Once. His fingers were lightly tracing her hips and barely touching her sides.With her eyes covered, Sandra had to depend on her other senses and the blindfold seemed to heighten her sense of touch at the moment. As his fingers gently played over her belly, the fingers moved higher and she felt one finger slide under the junction of her bra."Don't move a muscle," he almost whispered to her.Sandra tried not to flinch when she felt the cold steel of the blade at her breastbone. Holding her breath. Is there anything you need from us?" Nesho asked. "If not then I think we have a couple of babies to feed and change, then I think we will need some sleep ourselves. By the by, where do we take care of our... necessities?" We have a separate cave set aside for that mistress," Ilona replied. "It's off to the right; just ask anybody. I think sleep would be a very good idea, mistress. Do you require any food or drink tonight?" Just some water, please." Again with a nod that was almost a bow, Ilona.