She leans closer, lips parting, smiling as their Slave instinctively surrenders into the kiss, her body putty in her Mistress’ hands, her own hands balled into fists at her side as she struggles not to embrace her in return. XXX “What?” she growls flatly, glowering down at her Slave. Tits to the glass until I say stop. Her tongue eagerly seeks out her Mistress’, moaning in unabashed pleasure, her entire body tingling with relief. “Come along Slave” the Mistress commands, pulling her across the lawn, chest aching, hands held firmly at her side as she resists for the millionth time the urge to cover herself modestly. “I did not, Mistress” he replies, glaring down mischeviously. The pressure increases again, making the girl squirm with discomfort. The pressure increases again, making the girl squirm with discomfort. “Hmm.
