Perfectly vertical, her personal seam hid what was inside and left so much to the imagination. Highlighted by such a well-maintained patch of brown, t...e fold formed naturally parallel with her body and exuded definite pureness. Oh, it was not chastity though. No, it was a pureness of being a real woman. And she knew it. With all of her exotic features combining, she was the true beauty of a woman. Her tall slenderness, her full body golden hue, her small frontal protrusions with their tiny. Sensing this, she went up to him and said ina softer tone."You shouldn't be in here, this room is for teachers only. Now, I thinkyou need to get out of that and put on your own clothes. Besides, you dolook good in that!" she chuckled.Peter didn't see the funny side and continued to look frightened."Please don't tell anyone!" he stammered."Ok, but first, whats this all about?" she asked, as she helped him outof the dress.He was hesitant to reply. "I can't tell you." So, you are too frightened to. She can feel the threat of silver tears sting in stormy Thassian blue eyes that fall beneath the gaze of those that watch. The slaver’s voice quickly fading from her consciousness as she hears only the beating of her heart and the desperate cries within to be loved and cherished as only a true slave can be to one that brings her forever to trembling knees. As the music swells in the crowds of those that surround the block, her trained dancer’s form begins to move even as one lone tear slips. Freud had it all wrong about vaginal and clitoral orgasms. Let me show you.” Flattening my tongue, I lapped Catherine’s spread pussy from her hole to her clit a few times. At the top of my tongue swipe, I harden my tongue to add more pressure on her pleasure knob. Shifting my focus just to her clit, I softly bit her love button and twirled my tongue around it. At the same time, I moved the knuckle of my index finger up and down her slippery slope. Taking her sensitive knob between my lips, I.