She can feel her resistance, as feeble as the delicate moist material of her panties, faltering. Trying desperately to act normal, hiding the near bre...thless need to pant and whimper she imagines him doing those explicit things to her trembling body. Panties saturated, she can feel herself so close, lost to the fantasy that he paints before her eyes. The call ends and she places the receiver down, trembling fingers typing back to him telling him he is wickedly bad. She can smell her scent, her. They seemed like they had a good time on their weekend away. They came in and hugged me and kissed me, then grabbed a bottle of wine and some glasses. We headed out to the patio and poured a glass for us each. "Well, tell us what all happened" Glenda asked excitedly. " Wellll, I got fucked!" I mean, I got fucked a lot. Then, I got fucked some more. And that was about the extent of the weekend."They both laughed. "How was it, I mean how was he?" Sandra asked."He was wonderful. He really knows. " What did you want?" She was looking up at me again, able to take her eyes off my dick in order to do that."Well, what are you offering? How am I supposed to answer if I don't know what the choices are?" I don't want any kissing, and my boobies aren't big enough for you to feel. I guess I could let you touch me between the legs for just a minute. Would that be enough?" Sure, that would be fine. You can touch me too if you want to. I wouldn't mind." I stepped forward and cupped her pussy. Upon further investigation she found their cock and balls to be visible but held by a cage of some sort. She didn't touch them there as she knew the rules about slaves and their private parts.Finally she worked her way over to Fritz. His coat was actually softer Silk found and this made her wonder. She turned to ask Lady Brianna but before she could Fritz lunged on her and the next thing she knew he had pushed her down on her back and was snarling over her. His face was near hers. Somehow in.