"Em, does your hand need any help down there?"Emma’s eyes opened widely with a stare, fixed on Sarah.Sarah’s focus was solely on Emma’s hand; th... one down her knickers. The camera was held loosely in her right hand; not even pointing in Emma’s direction anymore. Sarah’s breathing was just as heavy as Emma’s but she exercised a little more control.Aware of Emma’s stare, Sarah looked into Emma’s eyes.Emma locked onto them. Searching them. Wanting them to tell Emma exactly what they were thinking.. “This is so hard.” she moaned, moving her head to my lap and nuzzling my cock.“Actually, it’s soft right now.” I joked, earning a snort of amusement.“Linda, baby, you are right and it was wrong of me to tease you about being my slave. You have commitments that I wouldn’t let you break in any case. Can you forgive me?” I asked, still stroking her back.“It was a good dream though, right?”“Yes baby, the best dream. When you get out of college, if you still want to be my slave, I will take you and. My plump buttocks and rounded thighs are balanced by my slimmer waist and my breasts are more than a handful. I’m quite cute too, or so I’ve been told. I have never dyed my russet coloured hair, but I have shaved on occasion.You wouldn’t label me a prostitute, hooker or slut or any diminutive term like that. I would be the girl next door. The type men like chatting up and getting on with. The type that smiles at them and finds them funny. Deep down, I’m the type they are likely to pull on a. “Kate, can you...”Kate let out an inadvertent giggle of excitement as she circled the prostrate man and sat down on his chest. She edged forward until his chiselled chin was nestled into the crotch of her faded jeans and his strong face was framed by her thighs.“I like your games Bel,” Kate smiled, her eyes locked on to James’s.“Just keep your pants on sweetheart,” Belinda warned.James’s could still picture Kate’s vulnerable, slim, naked body helplessly locked up in the cell and it seemed.