The masters can do this and the slave must comply. Some slaves hesitate and I have to pull her with a leash so that the masters can touch them. Slave ...elvet does not. She crawls to the first one who kisses her on her lips while foundling her ample breasts. Slave Velvet has an angelic smile as he does this.I notice in the crowd that there is one woman. She is an adult in her upper thirties with shoulder length blond hair. She looks skinny and with a flat chest. She is looking at me with hawk. It showed the name she loved and would always love — so why did she hate it so utterly so suddenly; so completely?The cell phone described a high arc leaving her hand. It bounced off the thick rug on the floor and slid over the marble tiles before hitting the opposite wall, spinning around until it came to a stop. The tiny voice could still be heard, twittering like a bird; a mocking bird."Angique? Hello?"The phone rang three times before Angique decided to pick it up. She hid her swollen eyes. Her body was so perfect that I felt I could; and in fact did; kiss and lick her all over, every inch of her; from armpits to anus. She was a delight to my tongue; body fluids were exchanged at will.Her labia were a joy to behold. So neat, so tidy; a perfect slit just like her little sister. But then what lies within? Again; perfection, neat tidy with no excess folds of skin. Then under that little hood lay her clitoris; that little pleasure button which made her squeal when I rolled my tongue. I sware if she hadn't had on them pantyhose we'd never got them off. I folded them and turned to see her in just the pantyhose and tank top. I said keep the pantyhose on till last. I ran around to the other side of the bed and helped pull her top off. That's when I saw that new white bra. Wow that's a nice one, she said yeah Carl had me model it in the store in front of at least eight guys buying stuff for their wifes. She said it made me wet having all those eyes looking at my boobs. I said.