Her plastic cock touched my pussy lips and I quivered just a bit, definitely hornier than I had ever been in my life. She was gone a couple of minutes before returning, now wearing, a strap-on cock. I wordlessly took the skirt and shirt and quickly rushed downstairs, my head a mess. She returned to our conversation, as if it didn’t miss a beat. When I felt your hand just touching my ass, any doubts I had that you were just really friendly were put to rest. As for you, Karen, well, I knew I had a crush on you the second you came into my house and kissed me on both cheeks again. My daughter was clearly a lesbian, clearly submissive and clearly just beginning to learn about her sexuality. “The panties too, slave.”
The word slave had extra leakage dampening my panties for some unfathomable reason. The evidence was all there. Occasionally, I would click on a story at the end of another story that had similar themes. I asked, “Can you untie me, please?”
Karen asked
