As soon as she touches it, she looks up at the camera and flashes yet another smile.We cut to a close-up of his sheath as her hand pumps in back and f...rth, occasionally changing grip, working it as it grows and finally shows some lipstick cock tip – dark pink and flat ended. “OOhh, hello!” She laughs as she sees it.We cut back to a wide shot to see her look around to the camera with an impressed look of her face. She looks back toward Peter and smiles at him now... “We’ve been wondering what it. " That's not what I meant."She laughed, and again with out the accent said, "It's okay. That's what I am, your little Oriental slave girl. You would like a slave girl wouldn't you?"Whoops, first thing in the morning and I was about to carry some wood. She had that same quality as Christine - she could put sex into her voice and let you know it. I didn't know what to say. She smiled, I think well aware of the effect she had just created. She turned back to the stove. "Denver omelet okay?"I. I looked at him an gave him kiss an asked him were his bathroom was he told me so I stood up leaned down and whisper in his ear that I hoped he likes what he sees when I come back.He told me to use up stairs bathroom. I went up stairs to the bathroom checked my make up and slipped my dress off and gave myself once over laying my dress on the vanity there.I open the door and head back down the stair just in my lingerie. I was neverous just a bit not knowing if he like but when he seen me. It had been a challenge, but she’d managed to stop herself from running her hands all over her body in the shower, enjoying the touch, reaching between her legs and getting herself off. She’d caught a glimpse of her taut, lithe body in the mirror, and ignored the images that flashed into her mind of that same body dressed in a maid’s outfit, servicing the entire contents of the local prison—apologizing to all the men she’d put there with the intense sexual pleasure that she knew her body could.