’ She walked out, Drake crawling behind. He followed her downstairs, where he could smell several delicious smells wafting. His mouth started to wat...r at the different smells. Mistress Raell walked into a massive dining hall downstairs, where a dozen slaves wearing bowtie collars and matching cuffs with cufflinks. Their harnesses had been replaced with leather jockstraps. The center of the room had a long table loaded with different foods. Different trainers sat around the table, laughing and. "You like that babe?" she asked."Yes. Please don't stop!" I said.She continued to lick the outer lips of my pussy while she rubbed myclit with her thumb. It was driving me insane. She would then stick hertongue inside my pussy and each time she would do that it would drive meeven wild. I was getting really close to the edge."Oh fuck. I am going to cum baby," I cried.She them continued to rub my clit faster."Oh...Oh....Oh. FUCK!!!!!!" I cried.My orgasm washed over me and began to rock my body. I. You on the other hand were not that lucky. You stood at a slightly taller 5’6, and since your parents enrolled you into the same Swim and dance classes Stacy was in, you never developed much mass, instead getting a similarly toned figure. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies. You taste like me, and then you taste like the salty pre-cum oozing from your slit. I hear your moans mingling with mine, your breathing fast and shallow. Your hands move gently into my hair, and you hold me to you. It's completely unnecessary; I'm not going anywhere. I keep sucking and tonguing at you, taking you deeper and deeper. Then, just as you touch the back of my throat, I relax the muscles there and take you further. You gasp and your hips buck. I feel your hands tighten in my hair and.