” His penis had grown even greater during this exchange.“But I cannot acknowledge you as my sole master, for the goddess owns me, and that which i... owned cannot give itself to another.”“She left you with free will,” replied Hermes. “She does not own your mind.”“If she does not own me, then she has a mortgage on me.”“Mortgages can be redeemed, silly woman!” said Hermes.“Yes, but in what coin shall I repay the goddess for the mercy, the kindness, the generosity she has shown me? How could a mere. Her hair was something she couldn't hide - strong, dark brown, long hair and she always tried to make a hairdo, which shows their beauty the least.So, I opened my eyes and started watching Doris. It appeared, that she was quite sensitive to any signs of personal attention, and in some cases it was obvious, that she was not comfortable with male attention - she was blushing from compliments, was disturbed by jokes, and too tensed to respond to them. The role of a sexy woman was not usual for. She felt for the first time an emptiness that she shouldn't be missing, the emptiness was a lack of male genitals that for what seemed like hours had without mercy plundered her virgin holes. She didn't really know who it was but one bastard had repeatedly slapped her breast so hard while fucking her she could recall the sound and pain even though the fog.She had screamed during the attacked, she cried, she fought and resisted, she punched and kicked and even when she was exhausted she screamed. My life had beautiful cocks to satisfy and now a beautiful female bottom to adore. I caressed those mesmerizing cheeks and kissed them. I worshipped her bum for the aesthetically stunning creation it was. I kissed that sensitive part of her lower buttocks as they met her thighs. She stood there, legs apart, enjoying my attention but really she was indulging my passion. I gently pushed her lower back and she bent slightly pushing her bum back.“Be quick!” She said as if we were about to be.
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