The men dispersed and Master let me lick his fingers clean. Kissing me deeply, he explored my mouth and tasted all that sweetness. His cock was still...out of his pants and hard again. I stroked it as we kissed and the men returned. This time, my hand was not alone! I distinctly felt someone playing with Master’s balls as I stroked him. When I moved my hand down to stroke his balls, this hand moved up to his cock! In the darkness, Master asked me, “Are you touching my balls?” and I. I thought perhaps my master had summoned me to his bed to enjoy my naked body once again, but he was still sound asleep. Then I heard the sounds of men running through the building, of hammering on doors, of furious commands being shouted in Arabic. I was scared, but I dared not wake my master, who was by habit a deep sleeper - especially after having thoroughly made use of one of his slave girls. I was chained to the foot of his bed, nude. There was little I could do.He woke up when the door. Rough and unyielding, fucking you wildly, squeezing your nipples hard; biting the back of your neck into submission gives me the energy to move on. You love being ravaged, the rawness, the pain, the panting for air; make you sex crazy. You're alive all nerves exposed, as you match my energy. Screaming, thrashing and overcome by the violence of our fucking, you explode. A volcanic release, as your cunt fastens on to my prick milking me for all I'm worth. And in unison, our guttural screams let. I felt her sweet little body pressing in all the right places and my cock swelled in my shorts. It didn't take her long to feel it and soon she was pressing her mons against the bulge in my shorts. As she rubbed herself against my hard cock, her kisses got a little ragged. Mine may have as well, as her nipples were also poking into my chest, and I was supremely aware of both, as well as her grinding against my cock.One hand slid down to her ass and I pulled her harder against my groin. Teresa.