Only beneath this conservative attire did Caesar find and enjoy the woman who proclaimed herself his Slave. The hours after her arrival were filled wi...h orgasmic delight and groans of passion. The same skin he now touched rippled with spasms as she panted her desires to him while allowing his dominance to emerge in both a physical and mental merging between the two sexual partners. The same skin had caused his manhood to rise several times, while each successive orgasm which she taunted from. With me inside her, we dosed off for over an hour. I awoke thinking of her beautiful pussy and got hard again. I reached around to play with her clit and to finger her pussy. I gently rub her clit in an attempt to wake her. She let out a soft moan and I knew she was ready again for our round II. I softly rubbed her clit while rhythmically touching her in sync with her moans. She was fully back and so I entered her and stroked her from behind as she pushed back to meet my soft thrusts. While. I chuckled. "I'd say man if I were you. What do you weigh?" One sixty or so. Do you always dress like that?"I smiled and nodded. All I was wearing was a very thin basic singlet which barely reached my thighs and bared my breasts if I leaned over, an old one that was comfortable and thin, and I guess I had outgrown it since I'm fourteen and still growing. "Boys wear t-shirts and shorts most of the time; depends on what they are doing, sometimes just jocks. Girls just wear shirts like this, some. Her vagina smelled a little stronger than many white women’s do, but it was definitely a cunt, that most prized of creations, and I lapped at it unscientifically, just loving it, before focusing on her clitoris.“Mmm,” she said as she felt me locate her command module. “Good boy.” She began to move her hips and I clung onto her trigger and then gave up and just licked her all over her crotch. She too had lost focus and was just carried away on the tide of erotic pleasure.“Lift your legs,’ I said.