Some were even so bold to slide a finger over her practically exposed pussy. A few of the women fondled a tit or pinched a nipple. Some commented abou... its firmness or shape, and the youthfulness of the slave they were attached to.Slave Connie would only smile and nod. She then disappeared into the kitchen to eat her own meal.About an hour later, Master Jim called out. “Slave Connie, you may serve desert now. Start at the far end of the table.”Slave Connie knew what to do. She stepped into the. She put her beautiful shaved pussy on my mouth and again deep throated my dick. I sucked and tongued her pussy and had my tongue as far inside of her as I could. She tasted great, like she might have sprayed strawberry juice in her pussy. I told her she could not cum until I let her. She was on the edge of cumming, but I would not let her cum until I was ready to shoot my load into her stomach. When I could not hold out any longer, I told her she could cum, just as I blasted 6 or 7. Sherry said, “Hello, Mother.”Not bothering to return the greeting, Sherry’s mother said, “I don’t know why you are insisting on this. I taught Otterly all she needs to know on how to fix a car.”“You taught Otterly how to fix a car?” Sherry asked flabbergasted by the idea of her mother teaching anyone how to fix a car. This was like hearing that the Incredible Hulk had taken up knitting.“Yes.”“I don’t believe it,” Sherry said.Her mother turned to Otterly and then said, “Show your mother how to. A single yellow light blazed from a window, beckoning him to advance and find shelter from the storm. For a moment he savoured what was likely to be his last moments of fugitive freedom, and decided that soup and a meal was probably price enough to make him surrender.The door of weathered wood resounded to his firm knock.It opened to allow the light into the dusk and he saw an attractive woman standing in the shelter of what seemed to be a well-appointed entrance hall. She looked him up and.