" She examined her slave girl musingly. "Are you happy on my Island?" Dorinda was confused. How speak of such things without hurting or being hurt?Th... older woman sensed her quandary. "Don´t be scared to talk, darling. I won´t use this on you. I promise." She held up the ever present cane. "I only carry it just in case." Dorinda grinned apologetically. "If I say that I am as happy as a slave can be, I seem to have qualified it enough to make it negative," she admitted. "But slaves can be. One Sunday afternoon, we were reading the paper relaxing. I glanced up from my reading and looked at Madeline sitting in a long white negligee at a table in the alcove framed by the sun coming in through the windows. While it made me smile with the humor of the clichéd, view, it was also sexy as hell, showing the see through gauzed figure of her breasts and nipples, erect and enjoying the warmth. I got up and went over behind her and wrapped my arms enabling my hands to cup her hot breasts and. Standing above him, she slowly squatted, holding her pussy lips apart with two fingers. She couldn't see past her belly, but he knew that already. This was one of their favorite positions, hers because she could get him deeper than any other way while controlling how much her clit got rubbed, and him because it was in this position that his seed had gotten in her to take root. He'd told her more than a few times how lucky he was that she lost control in that tent, because if she hadn't, they. "You're thick. You think you can handle me?" You have no idea Chelsea."I turned her around to let her see the view. As I put on my condom I dragged my tongue all the way up her spine, then kissed the back of her neck."That felt good!" This will feel even better..."I plunged myself in hard and fast. I started fucking her from behind with my hands holding onto her shoulders, pushing myself as deep insider her as possible. The impact of our bodies slapping together was loud. Her screams were.