“Yes I am,” she replies pointing to her picture on the financial pages of today’s newspaper. “I leave for home tomorrow, my stay here in Sydne... has been very successful business wise, before I leave I need some sexual healing.“I could have purchased a new designer handbag for your fee,” she smiles as we size each other up. Her body language suggests she is a very confident woman who knows exactly what she wants, I watch fascinated as she sits on a chair and crosses her legs to show me large. Clearly, this girl was used often and brutally like the pierced-ear girl that she was. The last member of the party was an extremely short, thin ginger man, about 5 feet 4 in height, clad in a dark-green loincloth. He also wore the collar of a slave, but unlike the kajira was not leashed to one of his masters. However, the shackles on his feet and the bracelets that chained his hands in front of him were much thicker and heavier than those of the kajira, and around his neck he carried a heavy. He leaned down and kissed me and began to gradually thrust in and out. His big cock was stretching me out. I loved how it made me feel so full, so fucking full of hot and hard cock. He gradually increased pace and began fucking me at alternating speeds and depths. He was a masterful fuck and he had my orgasm building in intensity. I dont know how long he fucked me in that position. I was very aware at first of Linda being well fucked beside me, but it gradually faded from my consciousness as I. “Oh I’ve missed you, Charlie..” he whispers against my neck as he trails kisses along it, placing little bites and suckles all along it, knowing my tender spots. I moan quietly, rubbing my crotch down to meet his, feeling his hardening bulge as his hands lift my top off, taking my sports bra with it. His lust-filled eyes stare at my 34C cup breasts with complete adoration just as he goes in with his mouth, sucking on my nipples and pulling on each with his teeth. I whimper and gasp as I feel.