"Ula, roll over and work their holes. I'm going to work yours." Ula did as I requested. The little slave girls were smiling until I added, "First." Th...n, they became a little apprehensive.Ula put her hands, one to each of the girls' cunts, and began fingering them. Both of them were wet and two fingers went into each twat easily. I pushed into Ula's wet cunt with my prick and began to slowly fuck her hole with the long strokes that she enjoyed. She had three fingers in each cunt and brought. She claws at them to no effect and just as quickly, Lacey finds her arms being restrained by more of the roots.Lacey struggles, pulling with her arms and her legs. Her body squirms and writhes but the roots are far too strong for her. Her struggles are making her body feel weak and soon she stops all together. Maybe if she lets the flower think she is through fighting it will let down its guard.But what does it want with me?Lacey gets her answer sooner than expected. In a split second, a nipple. She was a lady, a sexy young woman ready for love. He drank in Sally’s nakedness from top to bottom: her sultry, half-lidded eyes in a perfectly-formed face, her perfect tits that hung just right on her chest, the succulent ass, tight and firm, the shaved pussy that was already swelling and glistening with arousal, the long, slim legs, slinky in their stockings, and, finally, the narrow, almost dainty feet, encased in her sexy high heels. Dave Marshall was a cool customer, and a careful man.. Your hands wereresting easily in your lap. ?Put the wine glasses on the coffee table.? It wasn't a casual suggestion.It was your firm voice. I hadn't been in the mood to play with you, but I knewthat voice. I haven't regretted going along with these moods of yours before,so I didn't think now was the time to object. I did as you asked, placing themdown softly on the coffee table nearer you, and backing away from them. ?Good. Now stand over there,? she said, pointing to the open space betweenthe.