He wants me, needs to see me, breathe me in, ravish me and I want him to want this, to need this as well.I feel my beautiful boy’s eyes upon me. He...is drinking in a vision of me. I hear his footfalls, his clumsy tread from hardwood to carpet… three strides… He is behind my chair. I admit to having to quiet my heart and restrain myself from looking around.“Miss Emily… It’s great to see you!” as I turn, he gives courteous greeting to Oma, but his eyes barely leave me for her. Our eyes meet. . A man was being whipped at the Station, and the examination area had a small group around it.Holly saw a male slave and stopped him."Where can I find a dildo?" she asked.He looked down at his erect penis."This won't do, ma'am?" he asked.Holly realized, funny as it was, this was not appropriate for a slave.She slapped him, hard.His eyes went bright, and he looked down, chastised and obviously excited."I accept your punishment, Mistress," he said.Holly's cunt creamed. Damn, it felt good."I want a. You’ll love it, believe me. Here, I’ll show you.” So saying, Alice reached out with both hands and in one motion pulled Carla’s sweatshirt and tank top over her head. “NOW, stand there a minute, while I stick these pads to you.” Alice placed one pad on the underside of Carla’s breast, and another just above the nipple. Carla’s nipple hardened as Alice touched her breast. Alice attached leads to the two pads, and handed Carla a black box with three knobs on it. “Okay,” she said. “The left knob. I could feel his smile against my lips just before they moved to my neck. I started to stroke the skin around his ear. Until, he moved his hands to my breasts and I started to have trouble thinking. He kneaded the skin there, brushing his thumb over my left nipple. “You are so beautiful. Such big silky breasts. Your areolas are so pale I can barely tell them from the rest, but they are as large as the bottom of a can of beer. Your nipples are so responsive, so hard for me. I could see them.