No longer free.Slave number 3 closes his eyes momentarily in despair at his predicament. The oldest slave on the team, he still remembers the time wh...n he was free and a man. A wealthy footballer with all the trappings that the game brought a young man of extreme talent. He remembers when he spent the morning before a game driving to the game in his sports car, dressed in expensive clothes like a man. Looking down at the fans as he passed them in the street. The same fans who now own his. But to see her laying there naked with her wet pussy splayed open who was I to turn that down. I forgot about the naked man and her husband. I walked over, dropped my pants, and got on top of her. Marie guided my cock into her sweet pussy. The feel was to die for. I was not to sure what to do, instinct took over and I started to thrust back and fourth inside of her. I did not even make it a minute before I exploded deep inside her pumping my warm cum into her womb. When I finished I pulled my. Sitting on the couch I look at all the hair on his chest and try to figure out how to kiss them, should I move the hair first or kiss the nipples with the hair there? After what seemed like an eternity of silence I lean over press my lips to his left nipple making a kissing noise as I impact it then I lean over to his right nipple and kiss it, as I kiss I slightly open my mouth and touch it with my tongue. JP gasps and rolls off the couch away from me with his hands in his lap. I ask what’s. The dimple in his right cheek made him look like a naughty boy caught with his hand in a girl's panties. "Well ... not all the time. Just sometimes ... I just couldn't help it tonight after what you thought at me when I walked in the bedroom door!"He paused for a moment and his grin turned smug. "You heard me and you liked it! It made you come! See? You're as much of a perv as me!" Charles chuckled sexily.Diana smacked her hand over her eyes. Oh, my God ... I did enjoy that! How could I....