When I first saw Shelly she almost looked like my daughter, I walked into the store and almost said hi Jez (who was my actual daughter) I had a sudden...head-rush when she turned around, I usually do not find mopey girls attractive but Shelly’s downcast pout was pure sugar. I wanted to lick her. I wanted to lick her lips, her chin, the tip of her nose, her neck, her chest and those berry colored nipples on her luscious, fleshy mounds. I could almost taste the almond like flavor of her young, damp. “She never told you about me.” It was a statement, not a question, and I simply nodded my head once, one shoulder rising in a shrug, pausing to gaze out over the garden wall at the wooded landscape beyond. “She told me stories when I was young. Not of you, but of a wonder-“ “Fucking hell,” Joey interrupted suddenly, drawing both our attention, especially since his outbreak was punctuated by him slamming the flat of his hand down on the table, his gaze capturing mine with an intensity usually. She bent up and kissed Donatien, not lightly or even friendly, but erotically and totally."I still owe you," she whispered. "I hope you will take advantage of that."Holly's cunt tightened at her own words. She was offering herself to this man, who had already fucked her in the dark yesterday. Neither of them had any illusions about what that meant, and that excited her as well.Holly was simply taking control of her own pleasure.Donatien smiled."I'm flying to New York this morning, but my. Master places a glass of wine in front of me. ?How do you feel Cum Girl???Like a proper Cum Girl Master.??Enjoy your wine Cum Girl.?So I kneel before him and sip at my wine enjoying the feel of the chilled liquid in my parched mouth and as I do Master rises out of His seat, ties ropes to my gloved wrists and places my shoes in front of me. ?Shoes Cum Girl.?I stand and squeeze my feet into the shoes; Master takes the ropes and secures me to the hooks attached to the picture rail. I am spread,.