And he liked her face. Her skin was fair, but not pale. She wore very little make-up, just to highlight her eyes and cheekbones, and of course, lipsti...k or gloss. It was a deep burgundy red that seems to coordinate with her hair color. From his vantage point it was hard to know for sure what color her eyes were. He thought they were green, but he wasn’t sure. Her features were well-defined but still quite feminine. She was very pretty. She had a good body. Short, scrunched boots on her feet and. My parents paid a lot of money to get me to a place where the Confederacy was doing pickups.Then getting picked up was up to me. I bought that ticket the same way that every other woman or girl has. I paid with my body. Not that I minded too much. I know I need an owner. Having an owner who is kind and thoughtful is more than I could ever imagine selling myself into.Yet here I am with a mistress who loves me very much and a master I'm only avoiding pining away for due to the fact that I'm. He understood all at once and his cock bounced happily in anticipation. He did not expect her to tell him to get down in front of her though, but when realization dawned he was more than willing to comply. As she shifted to get the best view he positioned her legs so he could see her tight pussy dripping in want for him. He moved closer with one hand on his balls massaging, silently telling them to be patient. He moved his tongue over her swollen clit slowly at first. Picking up speed and. "What's going on?" I asked when Danny hung back and let us walk ahead."He was admiring your jacket. Why didn't you tell me there was a rubber in one of the pockets?" She asked, accusingly.So that was it, the reason Mr. Avella had treated me either like a step-child or was bragging to his friends about my play on the football field. "I hope you get to see my daughter's boyfriend play. He has good football instincts and he's hard as a rock. Feel his biceps," he told his friends before we started.