But I refused to be cowed, maybe I am not good with conflict but a white packaged plastic shrink wrapped frozen turkey? No longer would I be intimidat...d. There are limits beyond which even wimpy slaves cannot be pushed and believe me this creature had found that limit, plus Master would be so proud when I presented the perfectly cooked centrepiece for the Thanksgiving dinner. So I stood my ground and taking a knife sliced open the plastic, revealing pasty pimpled flesh, and then remembered that. I continued to move lower and lower kissing as I went finally getting to her wet pussy. First thing I did was run my tongue along her slit tasting her sweet juices anticipating what was going to happen next. I slowly slid one finger into her moving it in and out faster and faster. After a minute I inserted a second finger and started to go at her. She told me she was about to come so I slowed down teasing her making her want me more and more. And when I moved my mouth to her clit she almost. Her legs were slightly spread for bAlance and his body pressed up against the cheeks of her ass, his hard cock forced down between them, awaiting the signal to begin the long-awaited entry inside her anal opening. Her body shivered, in fear of the upcoming insertion of a too-large object into a too-small orifice, and in excited anticipation of the same thing. Alan's hands reached around and cupped gently her dangling breasts, his soft palms lightly caressing her excited nipples.It had been a. " He pushes me against the filing cabinet, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. His fingers slowly trace a path down my neck and collarbone, stopping at the top button of my shirt. My breath becomes shallow through slightly parted lips. I lick them nervously. I'm so hot, wanting him inside me here and now. ”Did you mean it?” he asks as he unbuttons my shirt and pulls it open, exposing my white lace bra. ”Yes,” I say breathless. "Are you a slut, Miss Steel?" "What? No," I protest. "Oh,.