She was wearing a white button-down shirt (with 2 top buttons open) and skinny trousers. One could easily notice her melons oozing out of her shirt as...if they wanted to be free. I was already decided about hiring her but wanted to play around a little bit. I asked her to take the seat and interview began.“Tell me something about yourself,” I said.“Sir, my name is Shruti. I am a quick-witted and industrious woman who can complete every task with utmost diligence.”“What can you do for me which. I gently pulled his undies down and let it slip around his feet. I looked down at his cock. It was small and quite flaccid. Once I start to play with it, I was sure it won’t remain the same! I gently took it in my hand and started to stroke it.“Let me sit down, if you don’t mind” he said.“Sure honey.” I made him sit at the edge of the bed and knelt in front of him. I could see his cock at close quarters. He was circumcised. It was brown and nicely shaped. The fact that it was not huge and stiff. You had to be paying close attention to pick up the gentle exultations of climax. Andy listened closely, he clearly heard her gasp as the young bucks cock pushed its way deep up into her most sacred and private places. Her first, “I cumming” of the night came shortly after. He watched the young man humping away at his wife and noticed the boy never broke his rhythm while Anna came off. He had mounted her in the missionary position, she had pulled and held her legs back to allow him deep and. No... don’t make me ...”she said in a sobbing voice. She had become aware that the luxuriously gowned women around her were ex-slaves and that she was being made an exhibition of. “Very well,” said Venetia resignedly. “Put her in suspension again.” “NOOO... OOOOOO!” It was a shriek of despairing dread. She could not stand any more of that agonising strain. Anything was better. ANYTHING! Yes... even... SUBMISSION. Sobbing uncontrollably, Xena went to her knees, her head bowing in fatigue rather.