Finally our perfume would be Opium, which wewould use more liberally than most girls would. I guess you might saywe were to look like fuck-me slave sl...ts.Funny, I say we, yet at this moment I don't know if there is anotherslave at all. But the 'gentleman' had said another slave was arrivinglater today. I wondered if she had arrived. I found it even strangerthat my mind so readily attached the word 'slave' to both her and I.July 28th ? weekly blogYou are there, aren't you? You must be or I'll. He played with her curly hair and moved the straps of her bra down and held her D-cup tits in his hand. She bobbed up and down pleasing Sullivan. She made the slutty sucking noises that he enjoyed while she stared into his eyes. He took off her bra and held her melons in his hands. He squeezed her nipples while she gave him amazing head.Her pussy was dripping while she blew him.“Get on the bed on all fours. Daddy needs to fuck his little girl!”Cassie did as she was told to do. She was on. At the boulder I take a seat and await events.About half an hour later, judging by my internal clock, I spot four of the Kukulka flying this way. They land and approach me.The older one from yesterday stops and tells me his name, which is very poetic and very long. I shorten it in my mind to ‘Morning Breeze’ as their names use a process that’s a cross between the Japanese and the American Indians. Breeze continues, saying, “What is your name?”“I have many names. But the people around here call. He still isn’t pulling hard enough. But there’s no way I can keep up. He’s the storm, and I’m just hanging on, hoping I won’t get swept away. He’s taunting me, too. “You like it, don’t you? You like it in your ass. Tell me you like it.” His hot breath is at my ear, we’re covered in sweat, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together are so raw, so primal. “I love it!” I gasp, unable to say anything else. “I think I’m going to….oh god…” “You’re going to come?” He rasps out. “Then come for me..