A very small bit of black lace d****d down the firm swell of both hips and between the cleft of her buttocks - a shamefully small piece of underwear t...at barely hid her sex.The slave's name was Shani and she did not know how long she had been kneeling, alone, in this room. She had been brought in by another woman - an ugly, old crone that wore nondescript clothing that had forcefully undressed the younger woman, bound her hands and covered her eyes. There were soft pillows filling the room and. She wore a black 1/2 -cup lace brassiere, black lace garter belt and stockings, and black stiletto heels, and a smile. She stood in the hall in front of the door to her room. ‘It’s time to fuck, big guy,’ she breathed as I closed the distance between us. As I picked her up to carry her into the room, our lips met in a crushing kiss. Our tongues met with a fury as they danced between our mouths. Her moan came from deep within and turned to a low growl into my mouth. I carried her into the room. She was moments later resting with the side of her face resting on the inside of her friend’s bare thigh, looking up at the gusset of a very wet panty that had slipped to the side. There was a pussy staring at her. Unlike her own sex that was barely more than a slit with two small petals sometimes peeking out, this sex had a small shiny knot of loose flesh that grew up from the top of her slit. And below were two well defined labia lips that seemed to whisper to her, “Come and taste! Come and. ”“I suppose,” she sighed. “It’s just very frustrating.”“I know, Honey. Let’s take things one day at a time. That’s really all we can do.”“And Michelle?”“Remember what I said about my priorities? Taking care of you and the kids. Making you happy, ensuring the kids are loved, and THEN doing what I’m able, within those constraints, to help Jessica. You know what Michelle wants, and you know what it means to accept what’s available. The more I think about this, the more I’m sure you and Michelle.