Further it went, on to bare skin. She quietly got to her knees beside my, and reached all the way to my ass cheek, first kneeding the left one, then t...e right. I was going crazy."Yes Mrs. Benoit, of course" I would say, not sure of anything she was saying.A few minutes of playing with my ass, and her held left, and the tension eased. A moment later it returned, and directly a wet index finger went sliding right up my ass hole. I deserved an Academy award for keeping my composure. Have had all I. "It was Maria."Charlize Jones?" I asked."Half Charlize Theron, half Catherine Zeta Jones," Mariaexplained."How many women do you know named "Charlize?" I asked her."Wait a few years," she said, "their number will go up. There are probably millions of five-year-olds already."I wasn't much for telephone conversations. Not even romantic ones.Maria was, though."What are you wearing?" she asked, a smile in her voice."What am I wearing? --Is this an obscene phone call?" Could be," she said. "You want. The evening of their third day the woman was forced on her back on a grillwork. Her legs were brought up and tied next to her head. Spread like a dockside whore, her lover was forced to watch as every slave on the plantation used her. Men used one hole or the other, while the women straddled her head for satisfaction. When all were done, her holes were filled with black powder and a fuse, then sewn shut. Her lover, freed from his bindings, was brought into her sight: he was hugely erect.. It seemed to add something to thefeeling of her playing with my cock. Alex had put on a short nightdressand as we stood kissing I put my hands up inside the material andstroked her breasts, the nipples already hard. Her fingers continued torub my cock and I was already tenting out the shorts.I squeezed her nipples between my fingers and she moaned in her throat.Still kissing she edged me backwards until the back of my legs touchedthe bed and I fell on my back onto the bed. She stood by the bed.