Then you moved your gaze down to see the scars on my tummy from the caesareans I'd had to endure for the births of both my babies. After that, your ga...e went lower still to the soft hairs of my pubic mound, and my inner labial lips as they protruded from between my puffy outer labia.In return, I started with your broad shoulders, your well-developed biceps, your thick strong arms that grew hairy from elbow to wrist. Your large hands, with soft palms that had caressed me only a few minutes. She’d never let Brad cum in her mouth in their 12 years of marriage but she wanted to take Dixon’s load more than anything. The harder he fucked her mouth, the more she licked and sucked and swallowed every black inch. Lisa was up for the challenge and taking it all. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping and she was ready for the main course without much foreplay but Dixon had other plans. He tossed her on the bed and pushed her tits together. Her tits were a present from her husband for. Moreover they had been deprived of all body hair. Attached to their nipples, by means of tiny rings and thin, little chains, were pendant jewels. From the centre of the belt, at the front, hung another jewel, falling almost the swelling hump of the sex, pointing heart-shaped is if to emphasise the revealing starkness of their nudity.These accoutrements, this nudity, were standard for all slave girls in the Palace, though the bejewelled decorations might vary considerably. Nose rings were. The taxidermist was there measuring the antlers and recording the number, and then worked a price to put the head on a nice mount.“Go ahead and mount it,” I told him; “The club can use today’s hunt for advertising. A big poster and endorsement for the gun maker will work,” I replied to his look. “Let’s get a picture with all the deer and the hunters together that we can use on the poster.”The girls watched as the taxidermist made the cuts to get enough neck to make a nice looking mount. I.