“So Ali wants you to wear the lingerie and show him how you look in them, right?” I asked her.She opened her eyes and looked up at me, as if tryin... to read expression on my face. She closed her eyes again reverting into relishing the inward out ward strokes I was impaling into her. She waited for a while before she spoke. She must have realized that my question was direct and demanded straight answer. “Yes, if you don’t mind.”She had already replied to my next question, which would have been,. This is standard procedure. This is to check my health. The slaver orders to stick out my tongue. She wants he to wave it around and moving it up and down as if I am licking her cunt. "He is making my cunt wet already" The slaver then walks along side of me and squeezes my arms. " Good, he is strong" said the slaver in a deep sensuous voice. "For I have much heavy lifting that needs to be done. The slaver then feels my leg muscles. "These are strong legs. You can pull a plow for me." I want to. He took me by the hand and sat me down on the bed. I stared at his cock for a second before taking it in my hand and stroking it. Naturally, I proceeded to suck on it as he moaned words of encouragement. As I sucked him, he pulled the top of my tankini off, exposing my breasts to the first man other than my husband in 15 years. He pushed me back onto the bed and started gently kissing me. My legs spread for him and I grabbed his back to bring him close. He kissed down my body so he could. Ann wasn’t wet and what he was doing hurt. The pain what he was doing caused made her hips begin to squirm on the smooth top of his desk, while his fondling became more and more insistent. Moments later, Ann was stunned to feel his warm breath on her, then his lips and tongue touched her center. Even that had no effect on her, although it did serve to reduce some of the pain his earlier caresses had caused. He continued to burrow his mouth against her vagina while his tongue probed into her. At.