. and by luck wo mere peech hi aakar kadi hui.. Meine smile pass kari.. Uske hath mein dress na dekhkar meine puch hi liya.. aapne wo dress kyo nahi k...rida wo aap per bhaut acha lag raha tha.. Wo bhaut udas sa and bola sa cheara bana kar boli.. bhaut mehanga hai itna paise nahi hai.. ek do min baat karne ke baad mujhe pata chal wo college mein padh rahi hai.. And meine apna bill pay kiya and mein jane laga. Per usse dosti karne ka baat karne ka dil tha mera so meine usko wo dress gift karke. No, he wasn't planning on using his purchases to start a new sugar plantation. I'll let you guess what he wanted them for but here's a hint. They were all young. They were all women.Daphne just seemed like another potential client when we spoke on the flight. My first thought was that she seemed pretty greedy as she sat next to me stuffing her face with snacks. But, since it seemed likely that would extend to her tastes in slaves, I just saw that as a potential opportunity for us. She certainly. She groaned, and moved her hands towards me. She couldn't get to me because of my leotard already on, so she felt me through the crutch of my leotard. I felt my clit swelling and compressing against her fingers. She rubbed it harder and faster as I surged my fingers up across her inner labia and then penetrated into her vagina. She squatted and pulled her hips up towards me so that I went in deeper, and then she stopped kissing me and I saw her bend her neck backwards as her eyes rolled back. I needed to taste her. I motioned her to the table, and helped her sit on it. I pulled down the top of her dress, sucking hard on her nipples for a few seconds, before I knelt down, heading straight to her mound. As she layed back on the table, I sucked on her labia, and licked her clit. She groaned out loud in pleasure. She was pulsating as I moved passed her tunnel to bite her thighs. She sat up on one hand as I looked at her, and with the other hand pulling my head up to her wet juicy.