Then she looked right in my eyes and gave me the most desperate look I have ever seen. With our eyes locked onto one another, she started light rhythm...c thrusts, about a second or so apart. Her thrusts were primarily pelvic, with her legs tensed in a fixed position. As her thrusts became harder, she developed a smooth and perfect rhythm which was unbroken, except for momentarily pauses during which she moved her hips around to readjust her little pussy against the doll. Returning from each. With Anthony and Tina off at one of her College of Engineering pubs/dances at Western, we’d have her house all to ourselves for the next couple of hours.Because both girls acted like they had ants in their pants on the short drive to Tempe’s house, I wasn’t the least bit surprised that they raced to the front door, and then up the stairs to Tempe’s bedroom. By the time I arrived in Tempe’s boudoir, both girls were smooching on her queen-sized bed in just their frilly bras and thong panties.. “Don’t stop b…baby, make me…make me cum.” She panted.I continued stroking her hoping I wouldn’t get soft to quickly. She arched her back and pressed her hairy mound against me her breasts pressing against my flesh their warmth coming through the fabric of my tee shirt. I was in heaven.“Uhhhh. Ahhhhhhh baby.” She sighedShe pulled back smiling up at me. “Don’t worry baby.” She winked.I slipped out of her laying on my back, her milky juices streaking my dark chocolate shaft, residual cum rolling. There was a timid knock at the door. I opened it and Cindy stood there a small smile on her face. "Good morning Cindy, come in please." I opened the door for her.She stepped inside and said. "Good Morning Master." Cindy, in this house slaves are not permitted to wear clothes. Please remove yours." Yes Sir." She dropped her clothes which revealed no undergarments. She was nervous as the others looked at her and she was looking at them. Yes she was a professional and use to being in command and.