I could feel my face flush, and I struggled to finish the roast, hoping to get this meal over as fast as possible. The hand was pushing itself into th... crack of my ass, pressing the cotton panties and two fingers deep into the crevice until I felt it press against the hard bud of my anus. He didn't stay there long, but took his fingers out of my crack and expertly slipped them under the elastic leg band of my panties. His hand was now cupping a naked warm buttock, squeezing hard, pulling them. ” As he gave then a short sharp smack. Ali was standing with her feet about a foot apart and he slid his hand down between her legs to her pussy. “Nice definition – Oh - you are wet Mrs.”“Yes I’m sorry – you see I’ve never had a fitting quite like this.”[b]“Oh don’t worry – in Jamaica we are more intimate and treat our bodies as a gift from God to be caressed and loved.”[/b] Ali thought he looked like one of those Gods with golden light skin. Long dreadlocks framed a square jaw and well defined. They were a lot more out going than her and any real life experiences Ayesha had had, was mainly due to them. However, like any other normal young woman, Ayesha was also curious about guys. It was safe to say that she had never been on a date, but certainly the desire to experience one was always present. She had a desire to experience some of the things that the other girls in college used to discuss amongst themselves in the midst of their blushes and giggles.One of Ayesha's sources of sexual. Some part of her felt that she should be horrified, but she wasn't – she just felt too good for that. But what, then, did she feel? What, then, should she do? Her eyes roamed over her audience as she looked for someone to take the lead, to give her a clue as to what came next.Eventually, her eyes landed on Mistress Catherine and suddenly, she felt a wave of relaxation flow through her. Her Mistress had told her to remain relaxed, and that everything was going to be okay. She would obey her.