That and the tent between his legs. He can’t hide that from me. Nor the musky scent of his groin producing pheromones, which I’ve learned over the...past few months indicate a man intending to snatch all that he desires. My breasts dangle and swing with every crawled step towards him. My face is at his knees, my gaze directed at his crotch and the potent manhood straining to be released. I could pop him out and eat him up right there. But my Master has wisely directed me to play with the Captain. But it was different than what anyone else," she said before sighing and laying her head down. "I suppose you have a lot of tricks like that, don't you." I guess I do. I wasn't really trying to trick you though." I know," she said. "I just hope I can get over your tricks when the time comes." You will. You're not the first person I've used them on, and I hope you won't be the last. Would you like me to try a few others?"She reached her hand out to me, then when I took it, she pulled me on top. ”“You gonna marry massa Grant, mistress Sabrina?” asked Janice.“I sure am.”“Well, if his chil’n are like him, then you’ve found a good man.”Grant proceeded to try on three outfits, and Sabrina was pleased with all of them. She was smart enough not to ask him his opinion.“Yes, I think these will do for a start,” stated Sabrina. Jane and Janice can make some more when you return.”“Remember, I’ll also be doing some shopping in New Bern, as I’ve also got to get some clothes for Gabe and. .please faster" she gasped, grabbing his hips and trying to pull and push on them to get him to move faster. Donte didn't change his pace. He was enjoying this a lot more. Fahima released her grip on his hips and used her small hands to gently beat on the hard muscular chest hovering over her. "Donte. Please. Ya Allah I need it Donte. Come on you black bastard. Fuck my Muslim cunt!" She roared frustrated. He had teased her enough so he started slamming in to her harder, finally giving her what.