“I took Ayn shopping. He loved it,” Cory said excitedly. “I let him choose some of the outfits. I hope they will please you, Master.”Yes, he v...ry much wanted to see Ayn wearing beautiful clothes. Not that he didn’t prefer the slave naked, his exotic beauty more valuable and interesting than the softest fabric made in Drena’s factories. He felt a sudden, urgent need to see the slave.“Where is he?” he demanded, a bit abruptly.“He is in his room. Should I put the table, Master?”“Not right now,”. She is aroused very much and making sounds slowly like aah… chellam… slowly … suck it… don’t stop. She slowly moved her hand to my already erect cock, and hold it tightly over my pant and started to rub….its become harder like iron, she then removed my pant and underwear, and started to give a blow job, i enjoyed it…then my one hand moved over her abdomen,i pressed her flank region, the side curve of abdomen, she felt a lightening in her body, she shivered once…then i moved down to her navel, i. He sat back down on the loveseat and scooped Sara up and positioned her so she was in his lap, legs spread and facing away from him. He snaked his long arms under her thighs, his elbows spreading her knees as he reached up and clasped his hands together behind her head, squishing her down against his steely hips in a full nelson, her arms sticking out to the sides uselessly, boobs squished by her knees folded up against her chest. He started trying to stab his meat stick up into her. ‘Are you scared of me?’ He asked, his voice surprisingly gruff. ‘No.’ I answered easily. He breathed deeply, and I felt his hands trail up my arms. ‘I never want to leave you Grace. I will do everything there is to keep you safe. There were necessary things I had to get done…’ he trailed off, his thumbs stroking my arms. ‘Did you kill them?’ I asked, finally looking him in the eyes. There was no fear in mine, and after a minute of searching for any, he finally answered. ‘The one who cut you.’ .