Applyinga gob of saliva to his fingers, Gareth jabbed roughly at the slave's anus,jamming two fingers in past the knuckles. Natalie had told him to be...as roughas possible with her slaves, and as long as he was getting to fuck, he didn'tcomplain. Abusing the slaves didn't do as much for him as it did for hisfriend, but nor did he particularly care if he damaged them a little (or a lot)during a session. They were just her fuckmeat anyway, and he barely consideredthem as human. Yankingout his. “You’re younger than Jess and we still go at it like rabbits every so often,” I chuckled.“Yes, well, Jess is beautiful and I’m not,” Claire mumbled.“Nothing to do with beauty, though you’re not bad looking. More the desire to,” I said.“Well, we don’t have the desire, not these days,” she said, looking uncomfortable and slightly down too I thought.I’m not sure why, it’s not like I had a strong desire or fantasy to fuck Claire, but the talk about sex had got me somewhat aroused. That and holding. The sensation of the soft, silky fabric rippledagainst my skin and set my penis twitching again in the confines of thelacy panties. The gown was held by the thinnest of straps, and boastedgenerous amounts of delicate lace at the bodice and hem. At Emma'sinstruction I began to walk slowly in a circle to show off the garment.Each step I took made the soft fabric slide against my skin, bringing meto full arousal. It was hopeless. How could I wear such a sexy garmentand feel like a man? Emma handed. I didn’t take the time we fixed our date for the next day after chatting for just an hour. I live in South Delhi and he is from East Delhi. It’s almost 20Km from my place to his. Finally, he called me up in the next day to ask my address. I kept my calmness and answered him without showing my bursting excitement. So, within an hour he was near my location, so I went downstairs to receive him. He was wearing an orange tight t-shirt flaunting his muscles, and jeans which were a little plump on.