But then, she was a slave. Her life not her own… Even in death. Rolling laughter and soft giggles, curled upon the faint wind that dared to lift the...hopes of those suffering in the oppressive heat. The mingled harmony reaching her ears with a bittersweet aftertaste from the inside of her Master’s tent. She knew that his best girls would be lathering themselves upon every perspective buyer that wandered into the cool shade within. Lifting tempting glances and flaunting lush curves just barely. She's smart, and cool, and funny, and just great to be around. If you're worried about how I'll treat..." It's cool, Tom. I'm just happy that she seems happy to be with you. Say, see you after school, okay?" Roger said as he pulled on his shirt, closed his locker, and left.So it was a tired Roger who trudged into his home room class that morning. He sat down and pulled out his bag of energy bars and drinks and began eating. Ayame leaned over and whispered to him."Nothing important in. I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me. “Right this way,” she said, starting up the stairs. “My studio is on the second floor.” I followed her up, watching her tight, little ass swing from side to side as she took the stairs in her heels and I imagined what it would be like to bend her over right there on the stairs, spread her cheeks and bury my tongue as far up her wet slit as I could, licking her gently from her clit to her asshole. At the top of the stairs, she opened a door,. " Love you, too," I moaned around her clit, my words muffled.The delicious, tart flavor of my wife filled my lips. I feasted on her labia as my fingers probed the depths of her pussy. Her sheath gripped my fingers as she bucked on my face, moaning her passion into my pussy.Her tongue pleasured me. Queenie had quickly learned how to lick a woman's pussy, taught by Rex, and she was giving me every bit of her effort. I shuddered beneath her as the pleasure built. I squirmed, my entire body tense.