We chatted for a bit and we finally set a date to meet one week later.I got to work watching porn and my descriptions. It was torturous because my coc... wanted to become erect but it was forced to stay in its flaccid state. Then I had to relive the torture while I wrote a detailed description of what I watched. This process usually took longer than the 20 minutes of porn because I am not a very good writer and I wanted to make sure I appeased Mistress Millie. I was always worried she wouldn't be. I feel his tongue on my nipple. His hands are resting on my shoulders. I turn my head to kiss his hand and he inserts his finger into my mouth. Giving my other breast equal attention, I begin to arch my back. He reaches for a pillow and places it under my lower back. I stroke his hair in silence. He places his lips on my raised clit. Sighs and moans are the music in the room. His tongue massages my clit and his fingers and hands are warm on my stomach. He moves his hands down to my thighs and. It was Becky. While Greg was talking to her I leaned over with my breasts hanging out of my nightie and gently kissed him on his mouth and whispered, “Good night.” I was back in bed thinking about what I had done and I was feeling my nipples with one had and gently rubbing my pussy with the other. At some point I fell asleep. I felt a hand moving up and down my thigh and over my pussy and then on to the other thigh. I also felt fingers trying to slide under my. He looked her over with a disdainful grimace, but grunted his acceptance of her choice of dress. Arm in arm they strolled out into the night, keeping their pace to a slow mortal walk.A half hour later, they arrived in Shadyside, one of the wealthier residential districts of the city. As they walked past each of the fine houses, Mia could feel her Master extending his consciousness into the structures, taking inventory of the lives within. He was looking for something specific.Finally, he paused.