Can we go shopping?"I nodded. "You owe her a new tee shirt." I don't know. Wearing that "Think Pink" shirt out in public might give her a thrill." May...e. But with her limited funds, I better cover the cost of this shopping trip." Great!" And buy something for yourself, too."Vonda's eyes lit up. "Oh, Master! Thank you!" Now, don't go crazy. Buy more than a thousand dollars, and you'll be wearing your chastity belt for a week."That cowed her a bit. "Yes, Master."I bought her the belt over a year. ” My fingers moving in circles, ever widening towards your naked pussy, still wet from the sensual orgasms you gave me.“Do What?” You ask.“This.” I reach the very top of your vaginal slit and circle it gently with my middle finger. I feel the wetness still on it.You gasp as my finger travels down further and claims your clitoris and gently circles it while I watch your reaction.You lie back and arch your hips, coaxing my finger to go lower, it does.I feel your pussy begin to dilate and. This, somehow, made her feel due to a notion that the sister of her could perhaps insult her - or rather, actually, more likely, put on an air of thinking an insult would be in place, though perhaps not quite saying it - about it if Stina felt viewing the new friends vagina as the subject for a conversation.Their friend was really very clever at letting the openness of her vagina stand for insinuating an open and mature attitude about life in general, and sex specifically. Stina got almost. My trucker friend had sped up a little and was now almost even with us, his view uncluttered. I grew more bold, pulling her thong to the side, her shaven cunt wet and glistening, her clit engorged and inviting. I kept the thong to the side for a couple minutes letting the trucker get a good look, the sun beating down on her glistening prize.By now, the truck was even with us and matching our speed. My cock was straining mercilessly in my pants and I wished I could pull it out and stroke it, but.