Emboldened, she experimented cautiously, using all of her fingers to squeeze and flick and knead their breasts, enjoying the soft squeals and archings of their bodies as her efforts had their effect.
“A little harder, slave.”
“Ooh, yes, that's good.”
“Now my other breast. Gently, gently.”
“Kiss it, slave. I want to feel your lips,” that was Lydia and Gemma flushed but did not dare to disobey. She bent low and her lips trapped the brunette's rigid n****e, nibbling gently and Lydia's body vibrated like a dynamo as her hands clamped around Gemma's head, holding the slavegirl's face to her breast.
“Open your mouth.”
Gemma's flush deepened, but it was far too late to pretend modesty and she gave a mental shrug, bowing to the inevitable.
Lydia's erect n****e slipped into her mouth, deligh
