Never having been fucked so thoroughly, she was lost in her own heaven. She felt Scott rub the hea d of his hard dick all over her still swollen, but ...ery sensitive bud. It sent major aftershocks through her whole body. She wanted to try everything. It was like a severe craving. Thrashing her head from side to side, she whimpered, like a drug addi ct waiting for their next high. She needed this. Seeing her response to the gentle nudging of Scott’s cock, Quinn’s jealousy flamed higher. All of. Your breasts and tits are his. He demands you use them for his pleasure only!"My breasts. My beautiful breasts. My tits. My hard lusty nipples. Master loves to use them so much. Hold them, squeeze them, spit on them, whip them, poke them, slap, tie, cut. He is so cruel."You are Master's slave. Your breasts and tits are his. He demands you use them for his pleasure only!"They are his to use! They are his to lend! They are his to abuse! If he wishes, I will produce milk for his table. If he. Of course, one of my regrets is that Samira is living a life unfulfilled. I could have changed that by denying the vow I made to Chrissie but that was something I couldn't do. Making sure that Samira will have something is my way of making it up to her.Afterword One - JeanIt is now three months since Clem died and it is time. Samira and I are going to carry out his last wishes. We have two caskets of ashes, the one has been on a shelf in the sitting room for nearly twenty years, and it is made. I watch it fall over her perfect curvy body before I softly soap her up, caressing her nipples and washing her breasts as I tease her clit and clean her pussy. I carefully shave all of her body and gently wash her hair. When she is spotless I help her out of the shower and dry her slowly with a big soft towel. I then help her dress into her smart black skirt suit and white shirt, making sure her hair and makeup are done for her work day. She says goodbye to Master and I see her out of the door,.