Wait, was that me? Was that me screaminglike a woman? How the fuck have I never felt something this good. Hiscock was tight in my pussy, so sensitive,...I was feeling such immensepleasure from his cock. "Goddamn." I couldn't help but say, "You're sofucking god at this, holy shit." And it was true. He was experienced atsex and was like a god at it. Damn him. When its my turn to be the guy Icould never do this good. It's hard to think of myself as a guy rightnow, though, with my tits sticking way. The girl was truly beautiful and her nicely curved flesh was visible to onlookers due to the unfortunate sheerness of the fabric draped about her lovely torso. Her collar and her wrist shackle labeled her as property and his wife must have understood her role in his entourage.Most of the male members of the tribe had their share of mistresses but he was not typical and had no female staff in his retinue except now for the gifted slave girl with the submissive attitude and pleasant personality.. Being summer,... I was aiming for shorts. Then it hit me,... my Salmon colored cotton shorts. He'll love those.I've never worn them in front of Michael due to the fact, that they are very small. Like my denim shorts but a bit tighter. I knew I could adjust them to fit the moment, so I slid them on. I stood in the mirror adjusting them for approval. When worn normally they fit tightly, hugging my round ass,... yet covering my cheeks. When given a slight 'yank' they slide right up my ass, and my. She felt her face blushing as she imagined him standing there looking down at her."Spread your legs a part a little more for me," he said. "Let me see that wet slippery pussy."Patti spread herself even more fully, imagining Scott as he stood wetting his lips with his tongue in eager anticipation.There were times when she felt really decadent, "slutty" as she called it, something she wished Craig would understand and join her in being far more often than he did. She had asked him previously to.