My hand snakes up your tummy to run through the hair on your chest. You smile as I grunt and writhe. I can feel the grin on my face too. You know how ...o make my body respond like no other. You’re breathing through pursed lips, and I can tell you’re getting close. You prolong our pleasure by stopping or pulling out occasionally, before quickly going back to business. You lean forward, your fingers running up and down my hot flesh.. you grab the my thick thighs and grasp to the point of pain... He whinnied and reared up on his hind legs, trying to send them a signal.Tanya stared fascinated at the terror in the horse's intelligent eyes and at the way his huge, black nostril holes flared up as he sniffed danger.Now Howie had the zipper of her jeans down and his head was kissing her groin."Howie!" she whispered loudly, but her cunt was boiling."Come on, just let me! I just want to touch it!" he told her.Tanya was extremely excited. Howie was trying to pull her jeans down over her butt,. One night several days into my tenure at the club, I brought a vodka martini to a client sitting alone at a side table, and placed it before him. He was middle-aged, somewhat portly, and balding, and his suit was uncharacteristically pedestrian for the setting. But he was a man, and I was a naked slave. I dropped to my knees, my thighs wide, leaning forward to kiss and caress his knees and thighs. "Would master care to make use of this slave?" I begged."What can you do for me?" he. That is called sex.” Coming from anyone else, Jane would have instantly dismissed these words as a sick joke. But it was obvious to her that John was being truthful, and in a much more straightforward manner than any other adult had ever employed with her. A part of her wanted to reject the idea that such an activity could actually be “sex”—the thing that grownups were all so obsessed with, always talking about on TV and in the songs and films she and her sister weren’t allowed access to. But.