Her hands rest on her lower back. On an average night, it's Lola who comes in first, gauging the crowd before she starts her hunt, but today, Vicky wa... early. She sat at the bar and sipped from her diet coke, her usual starter. As the crowd grew larger, Vicky got more and more surrounded. Her pretty face and petite body always made her a wanted conversation partner - be it usually with other intentions. Because Vicky never takes drinks from a stranger - it's a bad, bad idea in places like this. It also seemed to need caring and respect on both sides. This is my attempt to describe one such journey of a slave and her master.) When Hailey was a senior in college, she thought she knew exactly who she was. Her journey to this particular place in her life was long and arduous, and she was not particularly happy where she was. But here she was, beauty queen and cheerleader, men drooled over her and women fought to be her friend, while viciously trying to take her down behind her back. If. I knew she was fighting that urge. "No cumming." I moaned in her pussy. As I kept going. Gripping her ass hard as I knew was at her final break point till I heard her. "Pleaae sir let me cum.". I didn't want her to suffer any more as I give her ass a smack and said. "Cum and soak my face." As soon as I gave her that ok she released and exploded her pussy juices all over my mouth and tongue and face as she let out a huge moan. "Ooohhhhh fuck sir. Oooohhhh soooooo fuck." I kept licking her pussy. . I guess so.” While I contemplated what might be coming, Erin and Bridget put the cups and dishes over to the counter so the table was clear. “This will mostly just be talking,” our landlady explained, “please lay your upper body over the table and tell us how it makes you feel.” It was a strange request, truly. Nevertheless, something compelled me to follow it, and so I found myself draping my naked upper body over the table top, shivering a bit when my breasts and tummy touched the cool.