Amy was a beautiful young woman, no doubt about that, but she wasn't a little girl anymore.Amy knew what I liked though and that's the reason I'd marr...ed her. Where else would I find a woman willing to let me fuck young teenage girls? In that regard, Amy was perfect and while I didn't understand it entirely, she said it was because she knew I wouldn't love them past a certain point. I'd have a little girlfriend for a year or two and then she'd grow up and I'd lose interest. They weren't a. She stroked her right index finger up and down the top of his left thigh.He put down his sandwich, then seized Emma about the waist with one huge arm, pulling her close. He whispered in her ear, something about showing her how big a man could get, but she was intoxicated by his scent. He’d obviously not long since been in the shower, and the clean smell drove her crazy. He kissed her neck with a surprising softness for a man his size, and within seconds their lips met. His moustache tickled her. The women were shorter and less stocky than the men with no beards and pendulous sagging breasts. What was also sure was that these were people, whether male or female, that Glade was never likely to find sexually attractive. She at first wondered whether these people were human. Were they perhaps demons? They had some of the character of an ape with their forbidding brows and receding chins, but a look at their sturdy human feet and the intelligent curiosity of their eyes dispelled such. . Master.”My cock jerked at her response. Cherie would call me Sir sometimes but never Master. “Why do you call me Master?”She moaned loudly as my fingers pushed into her again. “I... I want you to be my master,” she said breathlessly. “I want to be owned by you Master. I want to be your whore, your slut. I want to be the bitch you always come to when you need a fuck.”I smiled. It was music to my ears and adrenalin to my erection. I withdrew my fingers from her sex and stood up. My fingers were.