Sabrina's home

"Sit in the back with me" ordered Sabrina, and Leigh obeyed silently. "Pull up your dress I want to see that dripping cunt." When Leigh did so her mistress rubbed her exposed slit and confirming it was indeed wet.

"Take off your bra" Sabrina demanded. Leigh reached down her U-neck cleavage and with a bit of fiddling removed her lacy black bra. Her erect nipples brushed against the silky fabric of her dress; it felt amazing.

Sabrina's hands were also amazing; the blonde stroked and teased Leigh's bare pussy. She would occasionally tweak or pinch her sub's nipples but most of her efforts were on soaking her fingers in Leigh's dripping cunt.

She whispered sweet things in the curvy woman's ear, things like "you love this," or "you're such a submissive whore." Leigh tried to control herself; her fists clenched with arousal. Eventually she risked touching her tormentor's thigh and wasn't told to stop. Gaining confidence, Leigh silently returned Sabrina's passion. She leaned into her new mistress and began groping the clothed woman's breasts and thighs.

Alex stayed focused on the road as she drove them. Sabrina occasionally gave directions, apparently leading the group to her residence.

By the time the women arrived at their destination, Leigh's left melon was hanging out from the cleavage of her dress. Before leaving, she made a move to fix her dress, but Sabrina slapped her. "No," she scolded "stop pretending you aren't a slut." Leigh looked nervously out the SUV's window. It was dark, and she could see no one but there was still a risk. She got out of the vehicle without protesting.

Alex examined the exposed ****. "Sabrina's right. You really are a slut," she commented "lift up your dress, keep your pussy displayed." Leigh obeyed as she followed them toward the backdoor of the apartment building.