She quickly scooted around on the bed and began kissing and caressing Emily's taut flesh. Her lips worked their way down Emily's beautifully arched sp...ne while her hands wandered over her sleek flesh. She reached beneath Emily to take one tiny, pebble-hard nipple in her fingers and tweak it. She heard Emily's moan of pleasure and felt her shudder and pinched the nipple harder. Emily began to shake, her trim hips bucking.Connie's lips found Emily's buttocks firm and tight and arched upward. She. "Oh, you have done well, Slave Girl. Pray, continue your duties. I have not seen you before. Are you new?" Yes, Master," Trinity said, stepping forward slowly. "I was just purchased recently. I have only recently finished my training in how best to serve you." Well, I suppose we shall see how well you've learned your lessons, won't we?" Derrick asked. "What is your name? I can't very well call you Slave Girl." Ann Jones," the girl answered with a gulp. "But, you may call me Slave Girl if you. Choosing carefully she took advantage of a 3 for 2 offer which meant a pretty pair, a thong and one pair for her personal secret pleasure.Actually they all pleased her. The pretty little panties with blue roses, the minimal white lace thong, but especially the silky green pair. They seemed to have invented an especially slippery silk, man-made she supposed, which can only have been made for pleasuring herself in. After all they were the free pair she reasoned. Vicky toyed with the idea of. I wanted to see. “Oh god, yes a thousand times yes. Can I see please,” my voice was slightly shaky, but I knew what I wanted, I wanted to see who had just given me my greatest sex ever. “Would you be disappointed if they didn’t want you to know who they were? I mean you know me, but if the other wanted to stay… anonymous, would you be ok with that,” she sounded sincere, could I handle never knowing who, wondering, fanticising about women without faces. What a choice. “Umm… a… I don’t really.