After that he had to performthe same way with the tea, pushing the pot and tray of cups on a wheeledcart. The women clucked at his slowness, even tho...gh it was the fault ofhis shoes, that constricting dress, and especially the hampering gloves. At last it was done and he moved the cart and himself to an inconspicuousspot in the corner. They gabbed for a while and then one of themdeclared, "Your slave-maid smells like sweat. I have something to fixthat." Chan snarled at Carl, "Hai! Go to. Do you mind me touching you? I just can't keep my hands off you. You are so sexy." She then stood behind me and had me watch her in the mirror as she cupped and rubbed my tits. She then played with my nipples than ran a hand between my legs and began to rub my pussy. I could see her fingers grip my clit and rub it and I could not help but cum. I felt her finger go inside my cunt and she began to finger fuck me as I watched her in the mirror. I had never felt anything so erotic as her hands all. He motioned for her to sit on the sofa with him. When she was sitting, between his legs her back to him, he brought the flute to her lips and let her taste the chilled wine. She had not noticed how thirsty she was until the cool liquid went down he throat. His hand came up and began to tease her nipple ‘do you like what I’m doing?’ ‘Yes, I like it very much.’ He placed the flute on the table and his other hand began to touch her other nipple. He could feel her becoming excited at his touch.. A snide smirk appeared on his face, as though he decided that she would do nicely, for whatever sick pleasures he had in mind. Despite the fact that her vanity was stroked in that moment, Korsa kept a level head and stared him down.This male appeared to be a warrior, judging by his musculature and his gait. His walk could only be described as a deadly grace, someone at ease with death and with bringing it to their foes. He was shorter than Korsa, by at least a good foot, but that didn’t detract.