She was dressed in a black dress that hugged her waist and hung low enough to show a lot of cleavage and quit a lot of thigh in very sexy black fishne... stocking and a black leather studded dog collar round her neck. And at only nineteen three years younger than me I was getting turned on just looking at her. Then as I poured us another drink Tracey started to flirt as usual, with the drink the way she was dressed and the amount of flesh she was showing when she started to talk sex I developed. I made sure my knees were facing him and my body and face were turned towards his. Again I showed him the tops of my stocking when I got into the car and left them showing this time.As we came to my neighborhood he pulled over and stopped the car. Then before I could ask why we stopped he asked: “So when do you plan to ask him again? I mean even day that goes by you are becoming more, and more frustrated. I mean am I right?”I told him yes he was right and that I wasn’t sure maybe tonight maybe. The Master lubes up his hard cock before releasing the valve on the butt plug and smoothly pulling it out. The slaves arsehole stays open, gaping for a moment before the Master slowly pushes into the boi. The slave moans quietly as he feels his Master enter him, the first real cock to fuck his virgin arse. The Master continues to push in for a second before slowly pulling back out, only to push back in a little further. As the slave begins to be filled up, he feels a wave of sensation moving up. I thought it was very sincere when she said that I should let my hair grow even longer (at the time it was just touching my shoulder.) I was hesitant because I had never let it grow further so that I would not draw any more attention to my slight build and fairly feminine features, however, I knew she had an amazingly fantastic sense of style and I also had an hypnotic infatuation with this goddess. So I agreed and let it grow. Every now and then she would give me a well timed and placed.