One hand continued playing with my hot-box, as the other moved to my breast and squeezed it. I took my index finger and thumb, pulled, pinched, and ro...led the hardening nipple. The digits in my cunt rubbed my clit, faster, and faster as they brought me closer to climax.I watched him move closer to the bed, looking down, examining my actions closely. He touched my arm, “Lay down baby, you need a man’s touch.”He climbed on to the bed; and his mouth came down on mine. He kissed me hard, while his. She’s anything like you, she’s gonna be a knockout.’ More blushes. ‘We’re not alike at all really. Tanya’s like my mom, but I take after Dad more, I guess.’ ‘He’s a fuckin’ knockout too, huh? Uh, excuse me, Kirsty.’ She managed to giggle through the blushes and we chatted some about this and that, and that and this, and then she finished her drink and scampered off, call her sister, I guess. Except for the curly hair she sure did remind me of Ellen. I moved back to the bay window and looked out. Never," she said stubbornly. The tall, muscular man's eyes glinted with a determination that would have scared most women. "Never is a long time, bitch. I think you need a hard cock inside you to help jog your memory." He mounted the table and positioned the bulbous head of his cock at her opening. Slowly, calmly, he guided his shaft into her tight slit. Sofia groaned as she felt the fullness of that cock filling her to the brim, sliding in deep like a sword, with her as the helpless, feminine. I ran the soap over his body, working it into a lather. I began at his neck, caressing him with my hands down the length of his body. I knelt before him. I gently used my hands to wash the beautiful cock, stroking him until he grew hard. He grabbed a hold of my wrist, firmly, but gently and said, "Not yet. I'm not ready yet." "Yes, Master." "Stand and let me wash you." I stood up before him, watching the water cascade over his body. "Stay there, I want to look at you. Look at me in the eyes.