He pushed up her shirt planting a soft kiss on her navel. Her hands were everywhere, tousling his hair, grazing his neck and pulling him closer. As he...started to push her tiny blue tank top up farther, she reached down and grabbed it, peeling it over her large, firm tits and tossing it onto the floor. Reaching under her back, he unhooked her bra and it soon joined her tank top on the floor. He took one of her tits in each hand, kneading and groping them before reaching out with his tongue and. ?Come, slave.? With another grunt and a rock of his hips, the slave ejaculated, pumping load after load onto the creamy flesh of the Queen’s breasts. The white current didn’t seem to halt until the last second, when the gooey liquid began to seep down, over the sides and into the ravine of her cleavage. Then, it dripped over the front, down the areola and nipple, clinging to her flesh as it rounded the curves, as if it didn’t want to let go of the heavenly skin. David could only. " You know that Kimberly ate that food too," Jennifer told me indignantly. "And she didn't have to take her clothes off!" Give me a kiss, girls," I interrupted their awkwardly nervous chatter.Jennifer smiled, immediately bent forward and gave me a sweet kiss on my lips. When she started to sit back I said, "Jennifer, a slave girl should always kiss her Master as a lover."She was poised on her hands above me looking down into my eyes. She blinked, parted and wet her lips then leaned forward. Several hours later we landed in Miami and transferred to the New Orleans flight. As I had volunteered for re-routing, the airline bumped me up to first class. Those who travel know there are advantages to that first class seat. You get on early and have a drink before take-off, you get off first, and there’s a chance you even get a meal. So there I was, coolly sitting in first class, sipping champagne watching the passengers go by. I’ll admit I’m a people-watcher. I love to watch people and.