Now I was one of his slaves.He looked as if he might own a wealthy tavern or be a merchant or maybe he was the head of a circus or a traveling theate.... There was an air of flamboyance around him that seemed to go together with a profession in the public eye but that was only my strange speculations. He might be anyone and do anything.I was happy getting out of the pens though. I would get to see the light of day and I would get to move around and not be confined to one spot all the time. I. Her hands moved to my hips and pulled me in and we wrapped each other up. Her body against me was so alien, yet so right. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, our hips touching. It was incredible. Our kiss deepened and I could feel myself flooding in arousal. I had never felt that wet before and it didn't take long for it to happen. And then I imagined her licking me and I got even wetter. Then I imagined licking her, and there was no disgust, only desire, and if possible,. She directed me to her bedroom. Ac was on with curtains on windows and a very dim light was glowing, it was a feel of suite of a star hotel. I started to setup (generally i do that by lighting a scented candle and taking out some oils from my bag and keeping it in a row by side of bed which gives good feel). She opened her cupboard and showed me the clothes i would like her to be in for massage. I was bedazzled by seeing coslty lingeries, g strings and stalkings. I chose best one for her and. His long fingers slid up and down the lips of my pussy, slippery with a mixture of my juices and his saliva. As his fingers pressed against my clit I could feel that strange writhing inside his body, wriggling against me with a unique, exhilarating sensation.It was only then that I felt the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy, throbbing as it just barely parted my slit. With agonizing slowness, he slid inside me. I wanted to scream at him to go faster, to push back against him and shove it.