Sasha_Kery Streamate - That is where she got her pretty good.

They were talking about a concert they were planning tonight. Mistress id naked and me in her corset and stockings and she ripped her long, black skirt up and yanked her panties off. Her large tits springing forward from her silky, lengthened legs. Disturbed, I surveyed my new playmate attentively. She stared back into her friend’s eyes, then bit on her bottom lip. Blushing, I turned back to the front, watching as she blushed again and again, ran the gamut from innocent to disgusted to frightened and finally, desperate. Black lace draping around her waist, I felt guilty about taking the mistress’s hand and leading her away. But then, I mused, all this filthy behavior must come first. And to finish, I looked her in the eye, watching for the first time since we left our room. She nodded slowly. "Very nice, Sasha_Kery Streamate." She turned her head smiling. Then, she turned back to me, her red hair damp from the exertion, her pale face a complete blank. "Your 'rape' was very nice, slave. I almost had to touch my own ass, but it was so nice to see you react so well to me. I can't wait to do some work with you today. Keep your arms crossed and your legs parted and then I will help you.

But for now, slave, you may wait." "Thank you, Mistress.” I managed to say. Then I was gone again, feeling a little guilty. I sat on my heels, my chest heaving, wanting desperately to get to the bottom of this. This was one of my fantasies that I had played out many times before, but it had never come true. This would be a great way to start the new year, I thought to myself. With that thought, I reached for my cat bag and my human-sized vacuum cleaner. I laid the vacuum cleaner across my desk, its contents scattered all over my clothes. Then, I pulled the dark blue blouse out of the bag and untied my red, lace panties. I looked down at my own body in the reflection of the shower. I slipped out of my skirt, which was soaked through with my juices. I reached under the desk and grabbed the lacy bra, unfastening it, throwing it to the floor. I ripped it from my body, my breasts were soaked. I let the bra fall to the floor. I raised my left arm above my head, lifting it off the legs of the chair. I reached out and touched the shocked reflection in the mirror, shaking my pussy a little.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled. I pulled my fingers from my pussy, wet with my own sweat. I reached for the cat bag. I noticed how my fingernails were as cold as my bra. I went to the side of the tiny room and pulled out the vacuum cleaner. I fumbled with the nozzle, letting it deliver my scent to my pussy. The machine went to work, a few minutes later. I was ready. I put the dark blue bra back on and turned to my side. I reached for my skirt, but was stopped by my hand. I drew myself up a little, my long blond hair streaming out around my slender back. I slid the skirt over my feet and buckled it around my waist. The skirt clung to my ass like a pair of handcuffs. I spread my legs and positioned myself. "Now, spread your legs," I told myself. I spread them apart as far as the skirt would let and they spread open..