When they arrived, Liz did not appear pleased. She obviously knew of Jasmine. The four of them sat back down. Cass talked about all the things she had...seen during the tour. Eric sat there wondering how this night had gone wrong. He knew this was a difficult situation with one of his ex-slaves here with his current one. Cass had just finished telling Liz all about the tour when the slave interrupted her. “Ma’am, may I service you?” She asked pleadingly. Cass wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t. The man might have been her father. It might not. She couldn't get a mental grip on those things any more. Maybe she'd never got a mental grip on those things. What did it matter? She was as she was, and where she was. And a little better suddenly, for Colin's visit. Well, certainly no worse.Comfort. She rolled the word in her head. Comfort.A sly thing, as far as she was concerned, not always birthed from love. A flicker of passion and compassion trapped in a bubble of time.But enough, usually,. As his hole engulfed my cock I started to pound his ass. As I had forgotten how good sex was but his ass squirmed it came back to me quickly. If I could derive such pleasure from my mutt I wonder how much pleasure I could get if I get banged in my ass…. Ahhhh but not tonight, tonight was time for me to take an ass.As I continued to pound my doggy bitch boy I reached under him and felt his cock. I gently pumped him and soon I felt his sticky juices spill into my hands. Hercules quivered and. After he got my nipples all tingly from his gentle touch, he very softly pinched each one. I was really trying not to orgasm, I just couldn't give in yet. I wanted that for when Jim and I were alone again.Now, Bryant began gently massaging each breast, then brushing the back of his hand over my nipples which kept them so hard and tingly. God, I was a sexual wreck.Jim was stroking my stomach which is something he does that I've always loved ever since the first time he did it. It was after my.