The brunette was begging for her fist and hunching her hips up into the air like the sluttiest cunt that ever walked.The brunette was begging for her fist and hunching her hips up into the air like the sluttiest cunt that ever walked. My hand was going wild on my own clit as I watched the two bi- sluts going at it when the phone rang. I expected it to be Master, telling me where he was, but it was the lady I ran into in the grocery store earlier. "I hope you don't mind me calling", she said appologeticly, "I just had to get in touch with you. I've been sooooo hot ever since bumping into you earlier, and the clerk told me your name." "No, its quite alright...I've been pretty hot myself", I admitted breathlessly. "I could see your cunt lips, you know", she said. "And you were glistening even then. And all those cucumbers and the vaseline! Have you used them yet?" I was getting more and more turned on as she talked about our encounter. The fist-fucking on the screen was doing its part in that respect as well. "No, I've not gotten around to that yet...listen...why don't you come over. My Master is not here at the moment, and I'm watching a movie I think you might like." "Your master? Oh my! Sure! I can't wait. Tell me where you live!" I panted out the directions for her and was pleased when she said it would take her less than ten minutes to get to me. I just hoped I could hold out that long. Time flies when you're having fun, I guess, because in what seemed like only moments the door bell was ringing. I peaked out the window ahead of time and when I saw it was her I opened the door, my fingers still rubbing my rock hard clitoris. The moans of the women in the movie were easy for her to hear. |