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Her heart was pounding in her chest, as she closed her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it, taking a moment to catch her breath. She made a beeline to bedside table and pulled open the drawer, masturbation her small breasts still rising and falling rapidly, as she tried to control her breathing. “FUCK!” she yelled loudly, as she slipped her hand under the pile of panties to the back left corner of the drawer, where the dildo should have tight pussy been. She started frantically tearing her underwear out of the drawer, until she was standing amid her strewn panties, staring into an empty drawer. She was certain that the last time she used the dog dildo she had carefully hidden massage back in her top drawer, but now it was gone. In a panic, she emptied the contents of the next drawer down, adding her bras to the multi-coloured pile of undergarments on the floor, again without locating the dildo. She repeated the process with the remaining drawers, until her room looked like a bomb had hit it. Sobbing with frustration and fear, Michelle was startled by the soft buzz of the secret phone Julie had given her, beckoning to her from under her pillow. She grabbed the phone and clicked on the new message icon, and stared indignantly at the picture of her dog dildo sitting on Julie's kitchen table above the message, 'Looking for something? "Bitch!" Michelle exclaimed, and the phone buzzed again, as if it heard her. “I may be a bitch, but I am not YOUR bitch, so you will WALK back to my house SLOWLY... NOW!' Michelle looked up to the corner of her room where the camera was hidden, and resisted the urge to flip it off. She wrestled with the emotions running through her brain, her feelings for Julie, her desire to know more about the secret side of her mother, and the pure lust that Julie and Chico had unleashed inside her. As she turned toward the door, she felt the wetness between her legs, and reluctantly, yet obediently, opened the door and started the slow walk back to Julie's kitchen. About midway between the two cottages, Chico burst out of a bush and ran joyfully towards his Mistress, sniffing and poking his nose into Michelle's crotch as she walked. Every so often Chico’s tongue would dart out at Michelle's pussy, trying to lick at her juices that were collecting on her engorged labia, and she couldn’t help herself but to stop and let him have a little lick, unconcerned about who may be watching. By the time she reached Julie's cottage, Michelle was soaked, and could feel the juices running down her inner thighs. Chico was licking at her frantically, drawn to the strong smell of his young bitch in heat, and he couldn’t understand why she hadn't yet assumed the position so he could mount her. Michelle tried turning the handle, but to her surprise, the door was now locked. The yellow sticky note stuck to the door caught her eye, which simply commanded, 'the veranda.' Michelle walked around the corner and saw Julie sitting at a wrought iron patio table, sipping tea from a delicate china cup, the pot beside her steaming gently. Gone were the casual sweats & top Julie was wearing when Michelle started her naked odyssey. Julie was now dressed in a amateur manner that Michelle had never seen before. The black leather dress seemed moulded to her body pussy and the multitude of shiny steel zippers which adorned the dress, led Michelle to wonder, ‘if all were undone, would the dress would simply fall to floor in pieces?’ The zipper running up the front of the dress was fully undone, giving Michelle a view of the promised land that lay concealed in shadows. But what really got Michelle’s pulse racing were the stiletto heeled, black leather boots that rose past Julie's knees, and stopped half way up her thighs. Michelle drank in the scene before her with a lingering, lustful look, and could feel the warmth between her thighs increasing, as her eyes darted between the shimmering leather and the red dog dildo, which sat on the table beside to the steaming teapot. Smelling her increased arousal, Chico poked at Michelle with his nose, but she hastily pushed him away, her focus and attention fully captured by her leather clad neighbour. Julie had not yet acknowledged Michelle’s arrival, as she was engrossed in a Skype conversation she was having on her tablet, which was propped up on its stand, with a familiar looking book that was open beside it. ‘My DIARY??!!’ Michelle silently screamed inside her head, as her heart leapt into her throat at the realisation that Julie had been reading her personal diary. "One moment love, she is here now, so I will speak to her about what I have found," Julie said to the unseen person on the other side of the internet, then turned and locked eyes with Michelle with a stare that seemed to penetrate to her very soul. Julie's long fingernail slowly tapped and caressed the book, and purred with a wicked smile, "I see you like to write, and have quite a vivid imagination." Julie stressed the word ‘vivid’ in a manner that set Michelle frantically wracking her brains as to which diary entry Julie was referring. His wiry bush caressed masturbation my labia and tight pussy bud. Amber climbed up onto the top bench and sat with her knees bent and her feet up on the bench, about shoulder width apart. Her body pussy smacked massage the throwing dagger out of the air on her way to slam into the ground. Once again I amateur felt so humiliated, there was no point in fighting it, I’m her little slut. “You need a man right now.” I pinched her pink nipple. I returned with my own. There was semen from one donor. Diamond gave me back my hand, and rolled to her side, facing me as a lover does when the act of love is over. Feeling like my jaw would unhinge and my lips could not be parted any more, I gave up on trying to take much of it in my mouth. It makes me cum too most of the time.