I pray to improve forever."He leaves her there and she goes into obeisance position. Face to ground, tongue touching the floor and ass in the air to a...ait further commands from the Owner or one of his wives or employees, or higher slaves who are dressed.The Owner is never to be referred to as "my" owner as it is the slave who is owned-completely. It is not a slave and master relationship. There is NO relationship. The slave is not an "I" as the slave has nothing nor any right to anything, not. All the while Barb is still touching me. Now she has moved up to around my naked back and shoulder area and I am leaning into her shoulder and right tit.. At this point in time I can feel her nipple is hard and poking me... OOOO.. this is where I try and drive her crazy.. Knowing How Horny she must be I keep rubbing my shoulder against her Nipple.. And with my hand on her thigh doing the finger circle thing.. With a up and down her inner thigh movement thrown in from time to time... Just to get. Bud thought that his cock would burst the buttons on his fly as Kelly slowly slid out of the robe. When the robe was halfway down her back, she turned as if to look at the smooth curve of her back.Bud had only two words when he saw her pink tipped globes proudly standing on her chest, "Holy Shit."Kelly continued to lower the robe, exposing the top of her rear end in the mirror while simultaneously showing the boys the triangle of honey brown curls that graced the top of her womanhood. Finally,. Wendy is fairly tall – about five foot nine, with short, dark, curly hair. When I’ve called to do some work, she’s usually been dressed to accentuate her excellent figure, but not that night. Oh, no. Arran polo-neck sweater, quite loose, cords (baggy) flat shoes ... actual deck-shoes. Not a trace of make-up. Not that it bothered me, I hate it when I get makeup on my shirts. Or my face. Or my hands. Anyway. She invited me into the living-room, sat me down and offered me a drink.“Thanks! Could I.