So, would you like to feel my breasts?" His head angled down a bit and looked right at my decent sized boobs. "I know they are not huge, but they are ...roportional to the size of my body." He cheesed and drool fell to the floor. After a minute of ogling them, I captured his hands and brought them to my tits. He immediately opened his mouth all the way and began moving his head forward and backward numerous times. I brought my hands back to his manhood. "So, do you like them?" I pondered, closing. An even bigger smile grew across my face and I told him that I wasn't hired yet. We made plans to go to Augusta around eight that evening. I watched him leave the driveway and rushed into the house to tell my aunt.I sat down at the kitchen table while my aunt made breakfast. Aunt Eva put the food on the table and sat down. With all seriousness, she looked at me and told me she loved me. She told me that it was my decision on how I wanted to live my life; I wondered where this pep talk came from. I usually just throw my head back and luxuriate in the feel of his strong fingers coaxing me to the very edge of pleasure. By then, I’m usually moaning and grinding and ready for more. But the night is still very young.Carefully, he will help me stand and he’ll take the shower head to rinse the soap from my body. I have to reach for the railing to keep from falling as he never fails to aim the jet directly at my swollen clit, practically bringing me to the very verge of orgasm. Waiting for. It was rude of me to interrupt. I'll let that go, once."She doesn't hesitate, lashing out furiously with a second vicious blow. The slave at her feet is nothing but blood and bone. This one has a spirit she can break.But the slap never reaches him. His hand a blur, his fingers tighten on her wrist. The others in the room draw breath as one. "Once, I said," his voice neutral, but with an undeniable undercurrent of authority.She struggles against him, unbridled anger pounding through her body,.