M. no matter when you sleep first thing you do is to wash and wax polish my Bentley and Ferrari from outside and clean from inside then you will clean...entire floor of the mansion to perfect shine and then you will kneel outside my bedroom ready with a bowl of fresh fruit salad and glass of fresh fruit juice and supply of days newspaper and fashion magazines to serve me as I wakes up first you will put my leather slippers on my divine feet and greet me good morning by kissing tips of my slippers. After a couple of minutes, I realized he was trying to ask me something, I figured out that he wanted me to roll over onto my back. I did, but it was more of a kind of a flop over. I wasn't aware that the towel had now slipped away, nor that now I had my breasts exposed. He continued with my feet for a couple more minutes, then he worked on my knees. I didn't realize that as he placed my knees back down he left a bit of a gap between them.He then moved to the top of the table and started to. She would show him, she drummed through her brandy-fogged brain. If this is what she had to do to save Tamera, she would show him she could please; he wanted her to suck, then she'd suck... he called her a whore, then a whore she would be, doing all the tricks a whore can do. Her tortured, drink-hazed mind droned on deliriously, the very haplessness of her situation excusing away some of the weird, masochistic sensations which were beginning to flutter in her belly and loins."Stroke my balls!". ” I lifted her onto the table and climbed on top of her. My knees dug into the rough wood top but I didn’t feel a thing, as I pulled my shorts off, my inflamed cock waving over her legs and the rise of her bushy blond pussy mound. Her legs were smooth and pale and wide apart for me. I droplet of golden nectar stood proudly at the tip of my cock. Her billowing breasts spread over her chest, a sea of soft pleasure in which to swim. She was now flushed from her neck down to her belly and shaking..