The phone conversation had been short but the message had been interesting enough to get her warmed up.The phone conversation had been short but the message had been interesting enough to get her warmed up. Her Master was bringing a friend, a stranger to her, home to share their play tonight. She hoped her hardening nipples did not show through her blouse or that anyone geussed she was getting wet between her legs. Her Master was bringing someone new for her o satisfy along with him. She wondered all day about what he would have her do, what they would do to her that night. She arrived home early and undressed, waiting as directed in the play room. The play room was a sizeable, well heated room of mats, leather padded furniture, and various kinds of toys used for the pleasure they sought. The girl had served many men and women in this room and had endured much pleasure and pleasure/pain. Each time it was different as each of life's experiences are different for those who know where to look and how to look. The girl sat in the dimly lit room, the light of candles playing across her taught, strong body, clothed only in a thin gold chain around her waist. She waited with anticipation and was tempted to touch herself, to rub her clit and pinch her nipples as she waited for the men. She did so momentarily but remembered that her pleasure was greatest when she waited to take her pleasure at her Master's hands and under his knowledge. |