“Please just let me cum..” she whispered to him. He smiled and shook his head. “Slaves only cum when their master tells them.” He said and sh...ved his fingers into her mouth. “Suck them clean bitch” she gagged as the juiced reached her mouth. The taste was funny, not unpleasant, just surprising. She felt something hard slide into her pussy and thought it was his dick but then realized they had shoved a dildo deep inside her. it was at least 11” long and stretched her so bad. She groaned as he. Raising her wine glass to me, Felicity speaks once again over the bustle of the city below. "To five years of us," she smiles, her ring reflecting the sparkle below, and I repeat: "Five wonderful years." The glasses chime, and the last of the wine makes its way down our throats. Gathering up the glasses, and the remains of our pastry dessert, we begin our descent into the warmly lit streets of Montmartre arm in arm. All the way back to our hotel, we talk excitedly of the next few days: the. ... shuddering, oh God yes....as shot spasms of my sex all over my car....as my finger kept tickling smaller loads of my sex on the seat. The perfume, and musky aroma of my sperm made it clear that a filthy whore came home. But now I am by myself ready to take my fun into a new level. As I pull my butt plug...I begin to drip from stuff she cock. That is when I run half a strawberry over my wet cock. The feeling of that fruit makes me pulse some more. My quivering of the thought of having. “John Swinger Sargent . . . you know who I mean, he never painted a nude woman, I know he did some studies of stripped men but . . .“Oh yes he did!” exclaimed Zach, who had been waiting for her to raise the issue. He picked up the second book that he had brought and flipped to a page that was marked with a slip of paper. “Here is the 'Egyptian girl' done in 1891. He showed his mom the piece. A beautiful young Semite girl standing with her back to the artist was on the page. “Here's another.