“Yes, ma’am!” I chuckled.“What’s your plan for today?” Jessica asked.“We didn’t really have one,” I said. “Jason will be here arou...d 4:00pm, but otherwise, just a lazy Sunday.”“No visit from any of your little friends?” she teased.“No. I haven’t heard from Wanda or Lena, and I told you last night that except for the sundae with three cherries, Ellie didn’t say anything or make any moves at all. And I’m sticking to my agreement. I know Kara thinks the cherries were an invitation, but I’m erring. " But, isn't it supposed to be like a finger? When we practiced in the lessons, we were told to hold out one finger for the other girl to suck. Sister Winifred was so embarrassed, it was funny," it carried on. "We had to pair off, and one pretended to be the boss, sorry, you know, "the Master," and the other was the collar, then we swapped round. We could hardly stop giggling." It was smiling at the recollection."But this is so strange; not what I imagined it would feel like at all," it. ..” “You like that?” he asks, lifting my hand off so he can work on me himself. He uses short fast strokes to pump me, then changes to long, slow, deep strokes. I’m getting really into his rhythm now...pushing my hips up to meet his strokes. I’m breathing real hard, grunting every now and then when he thrusts down hard on me. My cock is tingling and I can feel the familiar pressure building deep in my balls and at the base of my dick. I have a good load building.He stops to admire his. You turn the dial on the shower, heated clear water sprays from the shower head. You grab your pink striped pajama shorts by the waistband and drag them down your legs. You pull your white tank top over your head, your hair falls after it, leaving itself in a messy nest like state. You throw the Pikachu printed tank top in the laundry basket along with your shorts and underwear.You let the water run down your slender body. You take the soap from the shelf and start to scrub your arms. You move.