And progress.

Becky turned Ashley’s head about and kissed her aggressively, pleased by her respect and subservience. This did feel right. Him in control and dictating her actions and role. She was so damned sexy. Her kiss was tentative in response to his hungry mouth, his tongue moved into her mouth and tasted her, her tongue yielding to his, responding to his, taking cues from him. She sighed in bliss as he explored and she let him.

Then his hand gripped the sensitive rounded flesh of her breast and her eyes rolled back in confused pleasure. So responsive. Her pussy literally quivered in tandem with her nipples eraser like hardness. Her areola were more erogenous now by an order of magnitude. With a single finger he had her all but gagging, knees weak and panties moist and clinging steamily to her loins.

“You like me playing with your breasts don’t you Ashley?” He asked knowingly.

“Yes sir... I love my new breasts. Their so sensitive and you know just how to touch them...” Ashley breathed huskily. Her whole body quivered with need. Lust. Pliant purpose.

He circled her nipple and tasted her lips again. He relished his power over her. His little slut was going to bend utterly to his desires. Willingly he knew.