When he is satisfied, I fall away, laying beside her. Her protruding heat from our Master, and her softness, causes me to quiver before him, provoking...a jealous reaction. When we serve him, we are only to delight in his staff, unless overcome by our own lust, causing us to ravage him at once. Since my lust for her was revealed to him, he teases me, restricting suckling offspring to select nurse maids, delighting selfishly in my love's aching breasts. The perfume of her flower, her sweet streams. I told her that I played a lot and I was addicted to hold my mothers and and sit ….. I also told her that I held my mothers stomach while sleeping she was laughing and saying that was really cute …..there was silence again …. Atlast I asked her whether I can hold her hand ….. she smiled at me and give me her hand …. She was wearing a sleeveless night gown …. I held her hand and closed my eyes and started squeezing her elbow …. I asked her can we go to bed and lie down …. She gave me a cunning. It was easy to forget that they were still both only 14 and, by most society’s standards, still young girls. Their sexual maturity, however, was that of an adult, not a child.I read Amara was fascinated by the cooking processes that had advanced so much over the last millennium. Laura was listening with half an ear as her thoughts were focused upon replaying the activities of the previous few hours. I felt contentment from Laura and some minor confusion over the depth of her enjoyment of giving. He began to pound me. “Yes bitch this is where I get my $100 worth”. I moaned and said “me too honey. Do your worst”. He was a man of experience and moved hard and fast, eased off and then hard and fast again. He was going to make it last, I could tell. He was grunting and groaning and I was moaning. “Oh yes” he said “moan for me. I enjoy a whore who loves her work”. I responded “and I love a man who knows how to fuck”. I am not sure how long he took and I didn’t really care as I was enjoying.