Phir maine uski top utari aur uski white bra me kaid gol boobs ko dekh kar pagal ho gaya aur uske neck, shoulder aur bra k ooper se uski boobs pe kiss...karne laga. Usne meri shirt utar di aur fir apne nails mere pith pe garane lagi. Mai fir uske peeche gaya aur uski gori chikni pith ko chumne laga. Kiss karte hue hi maine apne muh se uski bra ke huk khol diye aur uske dono boobs apne hatho me pakad liye aur dabana shuru kar diya. Wo ahen bharne lagi. Mai boobs dabane k sath usko kiss bhi kar. Jab jab main unhe dekh ta tha mere lund khada ho jata tha. Unki naam tha Mamta. Shje was a Bengali lady. Who jab jab chalti thi uski gund itna hilta tha ki mujhe mann karta tha ki who hilte huye gund ke bich apna lund ko rub karte rahoon. Ekbar mera fanily maike chali gayee thi or mamta madam mujhe khana khilane ka jimmedari li thi. Khana khane keliye unke ghar me morning, afternoon and night me aana jana chalu ho gaya tha. Unke sath baith ke bate bhi hole lagi. .kabhi kabhi uske piche bhi. Okay?”Michael reached out and rubbed Holly’s breasts. She could barely feel him through the thick latex, although his touch became much more clear when he open-palm slapped both her tits a second later. After a few more seconds of gentle rubbing, Michael’s hands angled down towards her waist. He grabbed the base of the dildo and pulled.Holly shuddered as she felt the toy leave her body. The way it softly ground against her inner walls was more pleasurable than she had expected. It was enough to. He was just one of many men who were eyeing her up as she stood, topless and vulnerable, on a small platform which raised her feet above the ground and put her own eyes on the same level as her potential masters. They were all men and most were dressed rather better than the majority of sailors whom she'd seen on the boat, but few as well as the ship's captain or the slave trader who was soon introduced to her, very briefly, and in a language she still barely understood, as the one she could.