His beautiful face. His gorgeous face, looking at her with a curious expression, as if waiting for an answer... Alex jerked herself out of her reverie... blushing as she felt the unfamiliar moistness between her thighs."George?" she queried, hopefully."I prefer Mr. Smith," he replied.Alex nodded, trying to place his accent. Or maybe it was just his pronunciation of the word 'mister.' It had almost sounded like he had said 'Master Smith.' She shook that thought from her mind and, having found what. There he was him, a Kashmiri fair guy of 5’11’, half naked, flat stomach with a cute belly button and amazing round pinkish brown nips. He got a bit of chest hair, like the boys in early puberty does. While cleaning his perfectly smooth chest I couldn’t keep my tongue off his sexy brown nipples and immediately shifted to that with my tongue in action. I started licking it with the tip of my tongue. His nipple got erected.He held me by waist and squeezed softly and then there I bit his nipple. I went into the other room and picked up the bottle of champagne and fruit and returned to the bathroom, Cindy was laying back with her eyes closed, I reached over and turned off the water after it had reached the right level. I sat the tray of fruit on the side of the whirlpool and poured a small plastic glass with the champagne. I sat it close so that Cindy could reach it, then I took a piece of water melon and touched it to her lips, her tongue darted out and I placed it on her tongue, she. ” “Does it hurt?” “Yes. No. Hurt isn’t the right word. It feels too good to be pain. I feel, stuffed, sort of only, it’d different. And I like it. I feel so utterly slutty.” “You’re no slut.” “Oh, yes I am. Only a slut would take her man’s big cock all the way up her bottom. Only a slut would revel in something so nasty. Only a slut would lie in bed all morning dreaming about this moment. Only a slut like me would beg her man to fuck her ass. And Baby, I’m.