To describe me a more sexy way, I have a huge round curvy ass which resembles that of a woman. I always love to show my ass to others but never got an...opportunity for anyone to touch it. Burning desire of mine is not yet fulfilled. I feel like being a slave to someone so that they can enjoy me when I am burning inside.This is one of my burning desires of slavery, humiliation, exhibitionism, public nudity etc. I divided the story in to two parts because of its length. Please bear with me while. Ben delighted in the freshly washed tasty flesh between the woman's legs. White women seemed to take so much more care of their cleanliness. He lapped aside the lips of her vulva and delved inside to the pink liquid heat inside. Half an hour of this and she would be climbing up the walls for his cock, no matter how much she loved her husband.Gemma had to hold the African's head firmly as her long legs started to tremble. The tongue between her legs had not given a few swipes like her husband. There are certain advantages that come with being in the uppermost echelon of wealth; the lavish and luxurious lifestyle everyday people see on television and in movies, that’s a given. Beyond that, in my social circle at least, exists another class of luxuries, Luxuries of the flesh. While my harem isn’t as impressive as some of my friends’, I’m young and fully expect to expand it. At the moment it only includes Sarah and Nikki but I am in the process of procuring a third. Sarah was a. With him, with the other men, there were no expectations. She wasn’t his wife, or his companion, or his best friend. To him, she was a fuck. And that was so fucking thrilling. Chapter 2 On Monday, Kevin dressed down in a pair of his favorite jeans and an old, olive green polo shirt. Today, he was acting as tour guide for Mr. Claymont’s twin nieces. At first, he looked at the job as a chore, but the more he thought about it, the more he looked forward to it. Not only was he scoring points with.