"Well," the big man snapped sharply, jarring her from her stoned mesmerisation. "Let's get with it, before I get mad."

Hesitantly, Diana reached out and gently curled her small palm and slender fingers a far as they could go around the hot, heavy-veined organ, hearing the big man's grunt of lust at the contact, and sensing wilder sensations of erotic excitement charging through her own belly and dampening loins. Automatically, she began to stroke the heavy outer layer of skin back and forth to his obscene pelvic movements, fascinated as the thick foreskin slid back to reveal its moistened, velvety glans.

"Uunnnggghhh," she heard his licentious grunts of pleasure to her soft-hand manipulation for a moment a deep fear rose to her clammy forehead. What would the mistress think if she saw her touching the master? But soon her fears were extinguished as rapidly as they'd flamed, for at that moment she was conscious of the mistress behind her and her fingers raising the back of her dress and crawling teasingly up her thighs toward her pantyless buttocks.

Knowing what was expected of her, Diana slowly let her thighs open as she continued to stroke Milt's hugely pulsating cock, feeling his wife's long slender fingers exploring from the rear between her leg with feminine gentleness the flushing hair-lined lips of her pussy. She tauntingly, with the expertise of another woman, traced the already tingling little slit backward through the smooth cleft of her trembling buttocks to the tiny recessed hole of her slightly puckered anus… there to massage and prod skilfully, until she couldn't hold back the gasp of excitement that burst from her lips.

"Mmmm… I can see where this is going to be a fantastic training session," Claudia purred, while she continued to teasingly taunt the girl's tiny trembling rectum, tenderly slipping a gentle finger part way into the spongy, clutching channel and raising another protesting little groan from Diana's lips.