Minutes later, I found out, in a simple, 8 word email. “Thanks. I suppose you’d want the t-shirt wet?” After reading this several times, I could...’t help but be excited about the possibilities. Typing my response, I apprised her that I would take the sweatshirt to her house that we’d leave from there, and that any wet t-shirt results would “need my close and hands-on inspection”. In her last email response to me before the Homecoming weekend festivities, my sister led on that “Inspection can be. Jill never thought of another woman in a sexual way but was now getting arouse by Sara touching her. She also was so lost in her own mind that she didn’t notice that Sara now was working two fingers into her vagina. “Because I just want to know was the last time you orgasm?” Sara asked Jill pulling her out of her own thoughts. “Oh my… umm… that’s…” Jill was trying to get out as Sara now had three fingers in her. Sara was working the third and then fourth finger in as with her other hand rubbed. I heard the voice of my Master. I felt Master probe my tight anal opening, applying lubricant as he did so.Even after untold hours of wearing a plug, it takes effort for him to insert his fingers and without warning of any kind, he removed his fingers and inserted a large plug in one motion. A breath caught in my throat as I struggled to remain silent, trying to ignore the burning, sensations that spread through my ass and into my stomach.I immediately heard saying aloud..."I bet your friends. Her naked body jerks and flushes red as the vibrator does its work, but she has to wait until I finish my breakfast before I can properly violate her, pinning her face down on the bed while I get my morning exercise by pounding her asshole. I visited a country town with plans to hike to the local beauty spot – sometimes I need a bit of solitude away from the press of other people’s minds. I paused at a coffee shop, which was a mistake because as soon as the waitress bustled over I knew my plans.