But Cecilia was a sharp dresser, and she dressed to show off her tall body, her jutting breasts, her tiny waist, her beautiful ass. She dressed tastef...lly, but nevertheless cleverly.And at night, alone, Laura in her mind removed Cecilia's clothes and kissed her black black black skin, touching her own pussy carefully with only one finger, until she came. Now having lunch with the girl grew difficult. Cecilia chattered on about her boyfriend."He's so jealous," she said. "He's even jealous of. We had planned to meet up at like 6 in the morning since he had to leave town and would just fuck me before he has to leave town. He also told me he would have his RV attached to the back of his truck and we could fuck inside in the bed which was nice rather than fucking in the back of his truck so that was a good.The morning came and I had woken up an hour before the time we had planned to meet up so that I could clean out my hole and get ready and walk to the meeting spot. I squirted water up. As I lay there on my couch, on top of the blanket, my eyes began to wander again over Sarah’s body. I slowly let my eyes creep up from the sole of her right foot to her calf, then her knee, then her thigh, and then to where her shorts hid the rest. I guess she had decided it was too hot to get under her blanket as I suddenly noticed in the dark that she was sleeping on top of it. My eyes were slowly drawn to her developing breasts. Not knowing how cup sizes worked at the time I didn’t know. “Thank you, Master,” she breathed, turning her head so our lips met, pressed tight together in the purest hunger as the cuffs came open with sharp clicks and she turned her body to meet me, hard nipples pressed to my chest, though she held her hands behind my back. “Bend over slave, Margaret,” I said after breaking our kiss. She complied with the widest of smiles, bending at the waist, legs long and erect, head down, hands on the floor bracing herself. “Do you want my pussy or my ass,.