Following Lianas lead she let it drop to the floor. Next she crouched and one by one she unbuckled her ankle boots, slid them from her feet and placed them aside. The princess looked on, slowly twisting a lock of her hair, serious expression slipping into a smile. Lifting her skirt, Mia undid the silk ties that held up her long white socks and pulled each one off, feeling the soft carpet between her toes. She looked at Liana as her fingers unbuckled the thin belt that held her skirt and blushed anew under the gaze of the princess. She looked into her mistress’ vibrant eyes, locking her gaze, and then, holding eye contact all the while, slid the skirt down. She crouching as she lowered it to the floor and let it drop. Liana let out a soft, sigh. Slowly, Mia stood again. Her mistress spoke. “That is enough for now.” Liana stepped forward and gently ran a hand over Mia’s hair. The girl felt herself shudder at the touch. “How shall I thank you ma’am?” she asked as Liana ran that hand down masturbating the side of her face and onto her neck. “Perhaps you will sing for me dildo again.” As the princess spoke her hand reached Mia’s shoulder and continued down, the tips of her long delicate fingers brushing against her maid, passing over her collarbone and down onto her breast, caressing the exposed skin above the line of her cotton bra. Mia was not a singer, and she thought she knew what her mistress meant. “Please let me sing for you ma’am” she answered, a slight tremble of anticipation in her voice. Liana let her fingers rest on the girls breast, playfully running them along the top of the cotton undergarment. She watched with a smile as the girls small nipples became ever more clearly Toys visible through the thin cloth, and the gentle movement of her breathing grew more rapid. She looked up into Mia’s eyes and spoke. “Fetch the hairbrush from my dresser.” She saw the look of excited pleasure on her servants face, the same look the girl had tried to hide days before in that cold dungeon cell. Mia stepped back oriental and walked japanese towards the dresser, feeling a tingling where her mistress’ fingers had been. The hairbrush was large, wide and paddle-shaped, made of smooth varnished wood. Mia felt an eager thrill as she lifted it. She turned back and saw Liana sat on the bed once more. She was perched on the edge, slender legs apart. She beckoned to her servant. Mia approached and Liana took the brush, placing it beside her on the satin sheets. She beckoned once more, and as Mia stepped forward she reached out, placed her warm hands on the girls waist and gently positioned her before her. Close, almost between her legs. Mia looked down at her mistress, feeling the warmth of Liana’s hands against her skin, the warmth in her red cheeks and the steadily growing warmth between her legs. Very slowly, Liana’s hands slid down onto her thighs, slender fingers brushing the side of her buttocks. Mia shuddered and let out an airy gasp. Liana hooked her thumbs under the ties of Mia’s cotton pants and began to slide them down. Her fingers followed the girls curves, slipping down her buttocks and onto the back of her legs. “What did she say, did you hear?” I asked Mandi. Her armor creaked as she bowed before me. “I have arrived in time.” “I am aware that thou hast questions. I stood there a moment before walking slowly to the car. She was hardly dressed and wearing a oriental collar and a leash. The next day in class I couldn’t help but look at her and think or her big sexy body, but I kept it together until I got home that night and we talked more. japanese Lucie smiled as she nodded settling down to talk and wait. Going from a limp noodle to a pussy-wrecker in my mouth. Our next stop was the shoe store. But I wasn’t going to let her get accustomed to it. Her thighs rubbed. Erica still had the car, so Laura travelled from work to the clinic by working. Once out in the hallway she looked around then placed a small piece of note paper in my hand. I could blame those demanding on me, the pushing, the driving and committing, but … I couldn’t really. I’m glad to meet you.” I said. “Let’s get this work done in Toys the garden so we can go play in the barn” Maggie chuckled. I knew I shouldn't feel so shy after last dildo night, but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Thick spurts of her life spattered over the grass of late spring below her, scarring the green with deep dark masturbating crimson.