She stood there for a second, water glistening, dripping down her body: her round, plump breast; dripping off the ends of her hardened nipples; a few ...ater droplets running down her abdomen, disappearing into her perfectly shaven pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her beautiful, naked body. Before I knew it, she grabbed my hand & pulled me out of the bathroom & into her bedroom. She flung me onto the bed. “Take off your clothes,” she demanded, digging around in her closet for something. . My name is Rose and I live in New York City. I have long black hair and I am very pale. Im 56. But I tend to wear high heels so I was taller than most girls my age. And lastly I am a sex slave. One late night I got in a huge fight with my mom and I stormed out of the apartment. It was pouring outside at the time. I was wearing really short black shorts with long black stockings that go up to the middle of my thigh, and long black combat boots. I was wearing a black corset with red strings. And. Her eyes roamed to his hands, and she saw the strength in them. Broad hands, with long fingers, that grasped and shook Will’s hand with purpose. His ring finger was bare and tanned. Nancy shook her head to clear it and sipped her wine.“I’m not surprised,” said Steve. “I’m new to Canada and the West Coast. I hail from New Jersey. An American, I’m afraid. Please don’t deport me!”“New Jersey? I don’t hear an accent. Don’t you folks have accents?”Steve chuckled, and Nancy liked the deep baritone of. If she’s willing to bring it up, then I’ll take it from there.”Paul patted me on the back as I was leaving, and they both laughed as he said, “Even if this swinging thing doesn’t work out, you can always take care of my cock and balls for me, and Emma might give you a taste of her pussy every now and then, but only after I’ve fucked her.”Discussion with SarahI was in a state of euphoria for the rest of the day and into the evening, thinking about what I had done with Paul and Emma that day..