The ethereal beauty of this statue is awe inspiring indeed; each nuance of light and shade giving it a vital, inner life. It is of such a high degree ...f artistry and workmanship that any land would prize it as a masterpiece. With some effort I take my eyes off it and look at Jaano. He grins broadly then diverts his gaze and speaks softly,“Kayla, ever since I first saw you I have been unable to stop thinking about you.”I fight the urge to laugh.“At night in my pallet,” he continues, “I lie awake. “I’m used to it.”“But doesn’t it bother you?”“It’d bother me if guys didn't.”Her workplace was no refuge from male attention either. The business customers who came into her office flirted with her iniquitously and in the evening she would tell me the stuff they’d said. One time, a bloke in his fifties who ran a chain of small shops took her to one side and offered her a hundred pounds to spend the night with him. A hundred pounds was no small amount back then, more than I made in a month. When. I ignored her whispered gasps, preferring to turn my attention to her slick, meticulously shaven pussy. I knelt down behind her, and slid my hands up and down the exquisite curves of her hips, and down her legs. I gently licked my way up her inner thighs, and lightly touched her panic button with the tip of my tongue. “Oh yes, Master…Please!” she begged. “Quiet, Slut!” I answered, delivering a stinging slap to her tender inner thigh. Then, I eased my tongue up and down her slit teasingly. Her. Remember how that affects me? As he was nibbling, he started to take off my blouse and bra. Next he unfastened my pants and started sliding them down my legs. For some reason he left my panties up.He next started to very lightly slide his hands over my body as he kissed along it. After a long, agonizing journey down my body, he was kneeling in front of me with his longer than average tongue grazing over my clit.I came immediately.He then lifted my butt onto the edge of the table and started.