I can feel you getting close, the way you gasp and hold my hand tighter, the way you swell inside me, losing your habitual cool, and I’m wishing I c...uld see your face properly, I love to see your blue eyes go dark, dark like my dyed skin, like the hand twined with yours, like the other moving down to our intersecting points, feeling the silk of you sliding in and out of me. You’re nibbling my shoulder, but as you lose control you’re biting too, your lips slightly blue. I raise my hand, wet from. I asked what else did you do.He said baby you look so good laying there I unbuttoned your top and slid your bra up and looked at your titties.Angrily I asked did you touch them and he said yeah a lot.Then what did you do.He said I pulled your jeans down and then I pulled your panties down.Oh my god I said,did you touch me there and he smiled and said yeah,your pussy is so tight and you got real wet you even moaned some.Embarassed I asked what else.He said nothing anything else would be r-ape.So. Now she was clean-shaven, naked, in the sun: the burning sun. “OK boys” Pail said, “let’s some back in a couple of hours after she’s ready.Ready!?!? Angie thought, Ready?!Paul must have read her mind when he said “A freshly shaved, sunburned pussy is the best for a slave, they make a lot more noise when the pussy is extra hot” he laughed and the men laughed as they walked away.Several hours later, it seemed like days, Angie’s skin felt quite sunburned, and her bare pussy seemed cooked. . ‘But you must come and visit me when you return to Paris to do your research,’ she said. I agreed that I would. After dinner I escorted Madeline to the door of her room. Again mindful of where we were, she kissed me demurely on the cheek as we said goodnight. The next evening was the night of the ball. When I arrived at her hotel she was waiting for me in the foyer. She looked absolutely stunning! As we rode together in the cab to the ball I was acutely aware that I was sitting close to a.