Although I can’t see their name necklaces from where I am, I readily identify them from their clothing as members of the Mistress and Slave castes r...spectively. The Mistress is trying to tie up her slave with some rope. Quite why she should want to do it here when there are plenty of facilities open to them in the dungeon and games rooms is a mystery. I try to turn away and leave them in peace without them noticing me, but the Mistress sees me.“Can you help me?” she asks.“Um ... Er ... Okay .... He momentarily pulled his hand away from my cock before I heard a zipper, and felt his shorts sliding down against my legs.His fingers were quickly withdrawn as his stiff pole replaced them. I spread my legs a little further apart and bent over a little. He started a moderate pace as one hand held my hip, and the other went to caressing my scrotum. His pace picked up significantly, and I could tell that he was already close to cumming. I began pushing back to get him over the edge as he. The birthday girl was blushing furiously, wondering how she had gotten into such an embarrassing situation. A few hours ago she had finally started to enjoy her birthday as she spoke to the tall and exceptionally beautiful Tamara but since then things had changed swiftly and Angela had experienced one of the most mortifying moments of her life. The girl who she had looked up to had seen her naked as the day she was born and had even felt all of her inadequate assets. Angela knew she needed to. You place your hands back on my ass, carrying me to my bed and tossing me onto the lavender sheets. You rip your shirt over your head and kick your shoes off, along with your socks. I reach around and undo my bra clasp, my breasts bouncing free and pushing my skirt off, quickly. My flip flops are long gone in the hallway. I reach for my panties but you tell me to leave them on as you push your jeans and boxers to the floor. My want for you is intense and burning through my body. I’m flushed.