Yes, it is my body that reacts to you - to your smell - to the heat of your body - to the way your hair moves and tickles my face as I keep my eyes sh...t and my hand starts it's caress. The softness under your breasts -- one of the softest places of your smooth, smooth skin. I can't help but caress you - my hand wanders up - filling itself with your breast - the weight of it - the fullness of it - rounding out my hand - and my index finger like a bakers tablet is ready for my thumb rolling down. Then I gripped the base of his cock, angled him towards me, and let my lips glide down his shaft. Jack's fingers tensed in my hair. I moaned in pleasure, then drew myself back up. I swirled my tongue over his head again, then descended once more, as deep as I could go. This time, Jack really groaned. It felt so good, but I wanted to be even sluttier for him.I pulled myself up, looked up at him, and whispered, “If you like, you can fuck my face as I suck you.”Jack grinned. “Oh, Elfi, you are a. From whispered conversations with the other girls and silent experiments she conducted alone in her bunk at night, she had discovered a kind of warmth, a heat that she could coax from the delicate place between her legs. On a few occasions, the sensation had exploded into a moment of pure bliss, but it was difficult for her to achieve and more than once she had bruised herself in the attempt.She knew there was some connection between sex and pretty girls ? that men sought out pretty girls for. " She smiled, turned her back on him in spite of his pleading, shut off the lights and left. John stared down his captors for two whole days. Sarah paid a visit to him accompanied by Polly and explained; until he performed as a slave his time would simply be extended because a bet is a bet. And eight weeks of his servitude was the bet and she fully inte4nded to enforce this. She ordered him to begin complying by stripping naked. He complained he couldn't because of the handcuffs. She.