I think of them as'extremely fuckable'. And that's what they're for - some of the slaveson the estate are just kept for sex - well, not entirely: they...pend a lot of time working out to keep in shape, but their primefunction is to be available for sex. When I've been invited to staythere, it's fantastic - I can look through the catalogue and orderany one of them for a casual fuck, or to spend the night." But I'm not gay..." Who cares? If they've taken you as a sex toy, they'd soon trainyou to. It would be cold on the east coast in early March. I prepared for it.Equipped with my suitcase, a small courier bag containing a laptop and my birth certificate I took the train into Chicago's Union Station. I found out which subway line to take to get to O'Hare Airport and spent a boring hour plus in transit. I made it through 'the grope' line without punching anyone. I'm a 'white-knuckles' flier but made it to earth again. Wonder of wonders, my suitcase made it to the same destination! A taxi. I warned her, but she just winked at me. Exhalingsharply, I shot my hot cum into her mouth. Monique swallowed it all without missing abeat. She licked her lips and kissed her way back up my body until she reached my ear.She whispered, “One thing I love about young guys is that they’re always up for asecond round.”Monique climbed off of me. “But first, it’s your turn to eat me out.”She lay back on the bed with her legs spread. I crawled between them, kissing. I ran the bath tub before undressing and climbing in. The water was cool and I shivered at the touch. My nipples became slightly erect. I took my razor and gently began to shave. It was a strange sensation and I was nervous. The last thing that I wanted to do was cut myself down there. Once I was done I felt a strange sensation I had never felt before. The cold water touching my pussy felt surprisingly good. I decided I liked it. The longer I stayed in the water the harder my nipples became..