My shirt is now connected only by the collar and a few strands of string. Cold air hits my nipples and they harden. “At least he looks at me.“ “...ou want me to look at you?” I grab the top of her bra, ripping the flimsy material apart exposing one of her breasts and the part of another. She gives me a look that clearly says fuck off, slaps my hands away and pushes me aside saying, “Don’t you have one of your online sluts to fuck?“ “No, I got a real one right here.” I reach out and grab a handful. "Then why did you have to look down on me then," he shouted at her."Please calm down Master. Please lower your voice," she pleaded with him, starting to sound scared."How would you feel if I said bad things about you and put you down? You'd feel like shit too. You'd be as angry as I am. Imagine if you had nowhere to stay and you asked me to take you in and I said no," Boris said, lecturing her. After the bubble bath, Boris dried his body with a towel and her hair dryer. Jasmine stood beside him. In the background I heard my door open and Master speaking. Taliya didn't stop, so caught up was she in what she was experiencing. She continued her attack on my now sore clit. I couldn’t help myself. I kept on cumming, thrusting my pussy against her hand fiercely. ‘What was Master saying,’ I thought dimly, my brain on fire, just like my loins. Taliya would not quit, even though I’m sure she knew what her punishment was going to be. My sister sub must really love me, to risk this. Master. I've wanted this for a long time. "I don't know," I replied, staring at his shirt. "I mean -" "Maybe we can give the sex thing another try?" He asked, cutting me off. I responded my leaning over, pressing my soft lips against his. He parted his mouth and slid his tongue into mine, swirling it around. When we parted I felt dizzy, and he smiled. He held my hand and we entered the car, cuddling in the backseat. "Let's practise," Jake muttered, unzipping his pants and pulling out his half-hard.