I slowly jerk it and rub the tip against my side. Les lifts up my arm and snuggles against me. I lay on my back and Les kisses my nipple and his tongu... licks under my arm and kisses my armpit. It tickles. Never had that happen and I sort of giggle. He kisses his way across to my other nipple and then lower to my belly button. This tickles too. His tongue is hot and moist. He pushes my shorts down and the blankets too as he makes his way south. His hand lifts up my cock and he kisses and licks. " Oh, it was no problem, hun," Mary answered. She flipped down the passenger visor and looked in the mirror, wiping cum off her lips and checking her lipstick. "Mark, I think I have a great idea." Shoot," I said, interested."Well, I think we should have our doctor open a clinic in South Hill," Mary explained. "A free OB/GYN clinic. She could find girls for us for the brothel and we could have fun raisers to support it. Fancy parties with powerful people. Politicians and the rich." I bet there's. My mom also liked him due to his simplicity and honest nature. The best feature I liked about my slave was his privacy, his nature of keeping secrets with him. I remember I had asked him not to tell his friends about our relationship but then someone (who was his best friend) saw us one day and straight way came and asked my slave that why didn’t you tell me about the girlfriend thing. My slave honestly replied that I had a promise and so did not tell you. I myself was so amazed to see this. I swear I could hear her huff through her nose each time I did that. When she finished her bit of foreplay on my ass and legs she told me to turn over. As I did I could feel my semi-hard cock flop around and slap against my belly as I settled in. She lifted my head and as she slowly placed a small pillow under my head she bent down far enough that her tits were no more than a half an inch from my face. I could see from my point of view that she was wearing a very thin lacy bra and that her eyes.