He was in one of those rooms reserved for preparing the slaves, and there were at least a dozen of them present. As usual, they were all naked and the... were all looking at him. He could taste danger floating in the air. No one was smiling; they were just staring.Cory’s eyes felt drawn to the fireplace. The atmosphere was hot, too hot; and he could see something burning there. A metal cane?“What’s this?” he tried to force a smile while turning towards Antoine.The slave didn’t answer. He just. Phir buaa apane do hatho se balo ko tie karte hoowe mere bajoo me bed par good night bolke let gayee….ab yahaa meri halat bahoot kuch ho chuki thi.meri shorts me mera land pura khada ho chuka tha.phir aadhe gante tak me sirf buaa ke bare me soch raha tha.phir mene buaa ki aur dekha to who apana pura back pose meri aur kiye so chuki thi phir mujse raha na gaya aur me apana ek hath buaa ki gaand ki aur sarakate hoowe apani do fingers se buaa ka t shirt halke se pakad ke ek side se kammar se upar. How did she manage to get it that high, I wondered, and those eyes... "You said I could say no anytime I wanted," she pointed out.Thankfully, I was saved from making an even bigger fool of myself in front of her when she gave me another wet kiss on my lips. Rolling over on the bed, we ended up with her squatting on top of me, her knees on either side of my chest, our faces molten together. Her hair fell all around us in a gloriously erotic manner, as if shielding us from the rest of the world.. She looked down to see strong, veined, disembodied hands making love to her. She watched as her breasts lifted, separated, oozed back together under the control of her unseen lover. Sometimes the caresses were soft and teasing, leaving her restless and impatient. Then, the hands would crush her with deep, probing lust, twisting her nipples and sending agonizing torrents of pleasure deep into her, filling her. ‘Keep washing.’ Sheridan’s own hands were moving by rote now, like completely.