”I release my grip and wipe away the pain from her breast. I turn to the male slave.“She is pretty, attached to my collar, with her tits in my han.... Don’t you agree, Cockslave?”He glares at me. It is a man’s instinct to be possessive of his woman, to forbid any other man to taste her body. I pull the whip with my right hand and draw back.“Yes, master, she is pretty in your collar.”He is subdued, but not broken. He fears his restraints and my threats, but he has not fully submitted yet. He. His fingertips moved down her back then just as he got to the waistband of her bikini bottoms, he moved his hands down her sides and as he retreated his fingers kept touching the sides of her breasts. Sally seemed so relaxed as he went back and forth and every now and again I heard her murmur a, “Mmmmm.”He moved round and went to the end of the table and began to concentrate on her feet, calves and lower legs, moving his oily hands up the side of her legs then round to her inner thighs. A few. They were so much alike in so many ways, but so very different in others. They were both tall for their ages, a little over five feet tall, or so. Both were somewhat slender and athletic in build, and of course, both girls were devastatingly beautiful, at least in her eyes. The similarities in appearance ended there, though. Where Kaceys skin was a golden tan color, very light and the envy of every bikini clad female from age twelve to sixty that frequented the pools, spas, and health clubs. He told me that he saved my number to be friends with me. He was from Maharashtra and working for an MNC. He started sending me good morning, good night messages on a daily basis. Soon we got used to each other. I don’t know when we became good buddies. He was a jolly guy and we started discussing our sex life. He said that he wasn’t happy with his wife as she didn’t like to try new sexual positions. She wasn’t very adventurous with him on the bed.I liked him very much because he had a nice.