"Lifting my head, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Well its done now. We might as well give them one hell of a show!" And with that, she ...rapped both legs around me and pulled me tightly into her embrace, as she kissed me passionately with her open mouth. Letting her tongue explore mine, she began massaging my penis in and out of her pussy.I needed no more urging, I reached up and cupped her right breast with my left hand and began gently fondling the nipple, causing her to writhe. The only significant one worth mentioning was a very aggressive one who worked in retail at the fragrance department. We’ll call her ‘Fleur’. Fleur was the type that would have small windows where she would appear on Literotica, post photos, and then disappear. Her pictures stirred up a storm of replies which made it hard to message her and get on her radar. In the past he most she had posted before was her in skirts, lingerie, and would let a nipple slip into a shot. Recently she started. I had to reassure her that it didn't matter - it really didn't....Sally knew better. And Sally's smell was one of the best: the flow of her juices so strong that you had to swallow it down as it ran from her like water from a slow running tap. And as I gained confidence with her, I would study and savour her opening for longer and longer each time we did it - touching it, measuring it, licking it, pushing her thickening inner lips apart with my nose, using the bridge of my nose to get her. Could she... ? Could she... ? YES! Her orgasm flooded her with light and warmth. Carl's hips rose and she felt him shudder under her.And then the dam burst. Heather began to sob. All of the tension that she had held inside; the arrest, the agreement with Madame Carronade, the year of waiting, the fear of Simon, the sight of other slaves being used in the most brutal ways, she had held it all inside. This moment, the first moment with the master she had imagined as cruel and vicious, had all.