Her pussy was shaved few days ago, so i could feel itching on my tongue while licking it all around, exploring for the first time. And i love the feel...ng, instinctly I started to fingering her while licking and she started to moan. She grabbed my other hand and put on her breast, told me to squeeze it, hard. And i done everything she asked me for. Her leg went over my shoulder , we were in clinch. She told me how to lick her, then i discovered a clitoris and i just started to play with it, with. Ohhhh M-Master... I truly am your slave!” Was it true?I sincerely hoped it was!Birgit began to get even more agitated. If this was simulated, it was wonderful acting. But I began to get the impression it wasn’t simulated. Those blue eyes were glazing, her mouth began to sag and gape. There was salivaoozing out of her lips.“O-O-Ohhhh... M-Master... I... I’m... going to c-come...yes... ohhh... yessssss... oooooh... Master... may I come?”“You may, slave,” I said, beginning to fuck her faster and. My eyes were drawn to her pussy starring me in the face, I had never seen anything like it before. I just stared at her, she moved her hand down her body and started touching her pussy, stroking her fingers over it and every so often sliding one inside her. I was spellbound it was a beautiful sight.She played with herself, rubbing and fingering her pussy, stroking her breasts for what seemed like hours, it was probably only a few minutes before her moaning got louder and her legs started. ” His interest perked up a little at that. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “I get angry,” he offered. She said, “He’s been gone for almost a year. It is hard to let go.” Silence. “I know about that,” he replied finally. “Or maybe it’s easy and I just don’t want to let go.” “Or don’t know how to let go. It’s not easy.” She said, “None of this is easy.” “No.” “Are you divorced?” she asked. Should he tell her? How should he tell her? “No, my wife died,” he said. After a pause he added, “She’s dead.” She said,.