I slip back into bed, my skin heats up with arousal as I am consumed by this burning desire for you. My fingers trace the path of passion that you hav... engraved upon my flesh. My hands move over my curves as my conscious self leaves and I feel my hands being replaced with yours. Hands caress my soft, warm skin, coming up to cover my breasts. With a gentle touch, fingers lightly brush against the tender tips and I moan against the emptiness around me. I arch my breasts upward searching for the. She looked across the table at the other darked haired older woman,hoping for some understanding. "Kimberly, I know the way I treated youwhen you worked for me all those years were wrong. I am so sorry I hurtyou. I should have respected you. I hope you can forgive me for it. Butwhat happened to me is so much worse. I did what I did four times in myoffice. My mother invited various men to do it to me continuously duringmy childhood. For years from ages 5 on up. Here is what bothers me, andI hope. Slave lived to serve as well ... perhaps because she wasn’t as fit as Slut, or perhaps because he’d had her longer, but Master preferred to use Slut for sex, and Slave to do household chores. Slut would have done household chores, if asked, but Slut had to admit ... she preferred getting people off.It was the sole reason she existed.And so the days went past, one blurring into the next ... Slut would wake up, ensure that one of her living companions enjoyed the pleasures of her tongue, explored. Marella had invited one of her English professors, Christina, at a moment when she thought John could use a good bedding to help him unwind. At twenty-nine Christina is quite tall with an athletic runners body and very firm 34B breasts. Tonight she is wearing a tailored cream blouse that is semi-transparent and shows a hint of the very sexy lace push-up bra beneath. This is paired with a classic black mini skirt with nice large black button details on the front waistband. On her legs Christina.