Nathalie reached behind herself, grabbed her butt-cheeks, and parted them, exposing a puckered, brown sphincter. She wiggled her ass at me, her wispy,...blonde bush drenched with her pussy juices. “Master,” Nathalie moaned, “will you please fuck your slave's asshole?”I arched an eyebrow. “Master?”“She's your slave, Master,” Zanyia said, her fingers plunging faster into her snatch. “When a girl says she's your sex slave, you have to accept her. Own her. Love her. And care for her. It's a very. She didn’t even know until she moved to wipe her hair from her eyes and it wasn’t in her hand. The thought of her first Valentine’s rose lost forever made her eyes sting more than the cold could have ever done. The gypsy continued running blindly, until the vagabond grabbed her arm and yanked her sideways and the rain stopped. He had found a cave, small, but adequate to keep away from the rain. He managed to build a fire from the few sticks that were lying around, but it was too small to. But right after they went back to bed telling each other how much they missed the other.Laura had a number of activities lined up for them to do together which Craig did with her that caused the days to fly by. He noticed that she had become a little more aggressive in making love and seemed to be more comfortable being naked around him in the light of day. He enjoyed seeing her in an undressed state which at times resulted in him having a ‘nooner’ with her. She somewhat sheepishly confessed to. I was getting very turned on by the sight and envious of the man's prowessand good fortune.They say, "Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it."I murmured "I wish I was doing that" and there was instantly a brightflash of light as if someone had taken a picture.************************************************************************The man was huge. I felt as if I was going to be split in half as heplunged deeply in and out of me. I had never felt anything like it beforein my.