Her recovery time was much less than anticipated and so at the first opportunity, she stood before her ebony paramour."Strip bitch, let me see you."Ma...cy teased a bit as she took off each piece of clothing, finally leaving only the stockings as Jamal had ordered."Like what you see?" she asked playfully turning to reveal what could only be described as a centerfold body.Jamal was impressed with the almost miraculous transformation in Marcy's body. His eyes lit up although he was determined not. Carol leaned forward, her small tight breasts peeking through her bikini top, and her now lowered voice whispered, “We have watched you as you watch us on the raft and stroke your cock. Silva and I figure that you owe us at least a few beers for all of the cum you have shot in the last few days.” Silva just smiled at me. I was in shock. I had thought that there was no way anyone could see into the living room as I stroked my cock. “Look, Silva said, We understand that you just needed. She was, however, apparently almost innocent of the great sensation. After I had satisfied her curiosity about the sexes and their mutual desires and modes of gratifying them, both in couples and alone, she confessed that a strange thrill had passed through her when she saw the nudities in our public collections, and that, after being alone for a few moments before a fine young Antinous in the Louvre she had been so affected that she went up to her room after dinner, fastened the door and. "Modest? I suppose I am, a little: Mistress says her girls should behave like ladies in the halls and like whores in the bedroom. Y-yes Miss, this is your bedroom.. So that was the first time I was fucked like a girl, and I loved it!"When's the last time I was punished, or the last time I was fucked? Well, just this afternoon for both, Miss. Mistress caught me talking to the UPS girl, flirting really. Her name's Sandy - she's so hot, Miss, all tanned and toned in that uniform... But Mistress.