I saw him squeezing his shaft and I smiled at him. He reached for my zipper and started to pull it down wholly. Then he pulled further on it, dragging...the swimsuit down with it, until his hand was on the same level as my crotch. He stopped and let two fingers slide between my legs and lips, teasing and arousing me. Now, it was my turn to get big eyes and his to smile. He let his fingers slide through my crack while he was holding and stroking his erection with a big smile. I started to tip-toe. "Be my guest," I said.She smiled up at me and her hands slid down the zipper and unfastened my pants releasing some of the pressure on my cock. She reached around to my hips and tugged my pants and boxers down in one long pull, freeing my throbbing hard shaft. "God Dan, if I'd know you were hiding this big, fat, delicious-looking cock in here, I'd have had it a long time ago!"With one hand gently cradling my balls and the other wrapped around my cock, she leaned forward, kissing the tip softly.. Then they un-cuff your feet, you struggle for a bit before you realize there is no use, they lick the balm of your feet for in there saliva contains nerve sensory enhancers to make your feet nerve beg your mind to want the best sticking and the naughtiest heel. A pair of white stocking appear and you moan as they put them on, then out came a pair of red stilettos which you beg the women to put on. The Coup de gr�ce is a black velvet collar with the name Sophia. Unbeknownst to you, the huge. “You may ask me anything, Roger, anything at all.” Her smile invited him to ask. Even as young as he was he saw the invitation in her eyes.“Why did he do that, Mistress Sandrine? I mean, weren’t slaves supposed to work and not study?”Sandrine chuckled, but it was partly a bitter chuckle. “Yes, Roger, but not all slaveholders believed that.” She shook her head. “He wasn’t being kind or caring, Roger, not entirely. For certain tasks an educated slave is much more valuable than an uneducated one..