His hands covered her breasts while she drank. She couldn’t escape; this was the Dominus, her owner. And, with the wine flowing through her, it star...ed to feel good.He told her to strip and to spread out her breechclout on the ground as a pad. After she had removed his tunica, he had her lie down with her hips on that pad. He knelt between her legs and kissed her breasts. Frightened as she was, that felt exciting. So did his hands on the lips between her legs. He stopped kissing her breasts and. “ I looked down at this young slut, fuck yea, look up into the phone. Morgan looked and smiled at the cell phone. I pulled her up and shoved her over by the sink. She leaned forward grabbing the sink, legs spread. I reached into her crotch, fingering her pussy lips. The tight little ass and pussy waiting for me. I fingered her cunt, running the cell phone to get a close up. I eased my cock into her wet pussy, hand on one hip, filming with the other. I was deep inside her, the bitch was. ”“Is that a problem with kids these days?”“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, lowering his voice, as if I were a trusted confidant. “They can’t look at a clock and tell you the time, just like they can’t make change, balance a checkbook or subtract on a piece of paper. Talk about crippled.”I nodded. Truth is, I too had forgotten how to subtract due to my using calculators so often. I started forcing myself to add and subtract manually so my brain would remember the process. Now I’m. She moved into him and their lips met, softly at first but then they were both ravenous, as if they had been hungry for something that only the other could offer. He laid her back on the bench and moved his hands up her waist to her breasts. He hesitated, wondering briefly if pursuing her just after shed disclosed how her sister had committed suicide would be in poor taste, but Grace arched her back under his touch. She tugged at his shirt and he pulled it over his head, she moved her hands.