Though her tone had been light-hearted, he knew she would not stop him had she felt comfortable. He resumed his explorations, finding, to his delight... that Sophie was wearing a tank top that day. Lightly, he skimmed his fingers over the expanse of her skin, reveling in how soft it felt. He ran both hands down her arms, and then focused his attentions on one hand at a time, rubbing his thumb over each palm, feeling its grooves, its lines, before intertwining his fingers with hers. Moving back. . sorry ma-am.” The two girls repeated but, as soon as Carelia’s back was turned once more, they winked at each other. The lady was always threatening them with the whip but she very rarely acted upon her threats. The lady’s friends considered that she was far too soft with her slaves; spoiled them in fact.Carelia sighed to herself, annoyed at her own flash of ill temper. In all honesty she knew that the girls had done nothing wrong unless of course you could count their simply being what. " He was acting as skittish as a deer. "I wasn't just turned on, I ... you know. Oh, Bev, I'm so sorry!" I told you it's OK."God, if I could only make myself believe that. Yeah, it was OK, like the sound of a bomb going off 50 feet away is OK, like the most intense orgasm of my entire life is OK."Really, it is OK. After what you've been through you've got to have some relief, some release. So go ahead and do it, and I ... I'll just ... accept it and be your ... friend."Stop fooling yourself,. Then without warning, you impale me…. thrusting deep and hard, slamming yourself to the hilt… my head rears up as I half scream, half gasp in pleasure/pain. You are still, and for a moment I revel in the feeling of you…. in me..deep inside me… filling me, throbbing, warm, hard heat… You begin to move, long, slow strokes. You move my hips, impaling me again and again.. feeling deliciously hard and filling me again and again. You speed up your pace… My head bowed, I growl low… slamming my hips.