I slowly moved my fingers and hand along the length spreading the wetness at the tip making my cock jerk when I did…I groaned outloud..it didn’t m...tter anymore, I was beyond care. I squeezed hard and ran my fist up and down my panty encased cock..I could feel it coming, my hips thrust into the air and the most powerful feeling ever washed over me..I moaned loudly and filled those silky panties with a huge load of wet sticky cum. My back was arched, my hips in the air as I thrust for what seems. She dropped the shoppingbags on her bed and walked into the large walk in closet. The closet wasevery girls dream, full of racks of gorgeous feminine clothing and rowsof shoes of every imaginable style and color. A dresser to one side heldneat rows of makeup implements.She gazed over a rack of exquisite corsets, bustiers, chemises and otherassorted lingerie. A wicked gleam entered her eyes and she shook herhead, her curvy hair falling around her shoulders in a cascade of black.She took off her. Considering what you said about the first story, did you find this one less cold? Yes I liked that they were more caring towards each other. He knew a lot about her and she knew his life as well. I felt it made them closer so that their play time was more loving and less like slavery. I mean she served him as his slave but you knew that her submission was a gift and one he respected, Silk told Michael without thinking about the effect her words might have. Michael listened carefully though.. "Ummm. Hi Rudy." I guess I'm not so far from Ryan after all: he couldn't make a sentence when he was getting stroked either.Before I could even turn around, there was the pink haired girl again, running her hands up the insides of my legs. She was looking at Rudy's big, black hands, delicately 'tweaking' me. I looked at her, really for the first time. She had a band of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and her hair was more pink-highlights on red. "What's your ... ooooooooh ... name?" I.