We dined and returned to amiable banter, rinsing the meal down with minted spring water and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. “ “So I guess possibilities...exist to include possible sex… perhaps,” I ventured awkwardly while cutting my asparagus into sections. “A great many, I hope,” came her response with a piece of salmon tucked in her cheek. “Dinner is early so we have plenty of time, may I suggest that we take it real slow?” I said with and air of formality. She said she likes slow. I pointed out,. Ever so slowly he pushed in and out of her; fanning the flames that were burning her up. While he continued to pump in her, his hand returned to her tits; gently squeezing and pinching her nipples."I wish I could suck on your tits, right now," he whispered, allowing his breath to linger over the sensitive part of Trisha's neck. Trisha listened to his words and to the other couple's moans, trying hard not to make any noise, herself. She started to push back against Mark, hoping he would sense. His right hand was cupping my breast and tugging on my nipple firmly. My eyes rolled back at the memory of preparing my breasts years earlier for breast feeding and how those tugs had excited me. The image of my milk covering his hand, completed the imaginary and sent a whole new wave of pleasure through my belly just as his fingers spread open my outer lips and met the steamy hot cream that melted from within me. His fingers explored every fold of my pouty flesh and found every point that. ..” he sneered while repeating the word. “He has no clue about what to expect, has he, Xavier? You know his conditioning will force him to serve. What would you possibly hope to achieve with this? With his looks, he will naturally be used.”“And why shouldn’t he be used?”“Don’t you mind having your bed warmer spread and thoroughly fucked by some low life slaves? Or others’ cum is just your choice for lubricant?” Lucas spat the words while grabbing his champagne flute in front of him, for lack of.