Then again under the pretext of reaching for the comb I brush my lips against her neck & that makes the blood rush to my head & with every move I beco...e more daring & rub my pussy against her ass & I can feel heaven..I dare myself to rub her navel & start running my hand towards the upper part of the body. She pushes me away saying that I was crazy & need to check myself. I start pleading to her saying that I really need you I really want to feel you & I just can’t stop myself. She’s cross &. She just shrugged and said I would just have to save her if she fell. Not a moment later she "tripped" and her hand landed squarely on my crotch and managed to give a 2-3 second squeeze. She righted herself and with a wry smile thanked me.It was becoming obvious that this was definitely crossing the line, but I just really had no clue what I should do. There was a stirring in my pants that could not determine the difference between a drunk and a teasing woman's touch. It was dark out so I. His face stained white with my cum was so hot. I was thinking of licking it off his face, but that wave of sparks-like sensation hit me again. Cal was ramming at that spot, harder with every thrust. I was practically digging my nails into his skin, trying to stay conscious. At some point, his forceful slams become softer, but he quickens his pace instead. I knew what was coming and arched my ass for him. Our breaths became faster and unsteady. I felt something rises in me. A warmth was getting. How strange that so quickly the idea of a slave was becoming much less important than a willing participant. As he sat in the kitchen his thoughts went back to Clare and the orchid jewelry that lay on top of her clit and vagina. Jewelry upon a precious jewel. He would take his time to explore the orchid open to him. After an hour of contemplation he decided that he had a plan that would progress to ecstasy for himself and his “good Wench”, and he got up and returned to the bedroom. When he.