“Here you are”“What is it​ - a present for me?”“Yes in a way. It's what you asked me for Naomi. I can show you more if you want me to – ...ut only if you open it. You have to be sure - once you open the box – there's no looking back”“Whaaat but what do you mean? That sounds a bit scary..!”“Don't worry - if you're happy as you are I can just put the box back”She looks at me nervously again with her deep brown eyes.“I don't know. Will I like what's inside?”I put my hands on hers and look straight. The rough wood of the table was now scratching against the skin of her thighs. Skirts up and twisted, and his hand firmly entangled in her dark curls, pulling her head back even as he bent her forward. Her neck smelled like a meadow, clean, herbal and warm. He savored the simple scent, no perfumes of Araby, and so clean, even her hair’s scent aroused him. She whimpered slightly, her soft begging beginning again. ‘Please milord, please,’ tears in her voice. His only answer a sharp tug on her. I new that she had to be extremely aroused and hoped she could keep up the act. The window was positioned right next to her head. The excitement was so great that I had to pull my cock out from my shorts and begin lightly stroking it, I could not believe how much pre- cum was flowing from my cock end. As I watched, the door opened further and for the first time I realised that Patrick was only wearing his underpants. As if testing the situation slowly, Patrick knocked on the door and waited for. Molly cupped the firm mounds in her hands, and began rolling the pale pink nipples between her thumb and forefingers. The touch of her black slaves’ hands on her hot flesh caused her large pink areoles to crinkle up as her nipples hardened. Her private place twitched and clenched, and became soaked with her juices as her nipples sent sharp jolts of pure pleasure directly to her cunny. The feeling quickly became so overpowering, that she could hardly catch her breath. As Molly lowered her face,.