So, so soft. He can sit forever before this softness, his finger a perpetual wonder at the softness there. Rosalind lowers her hand between her legs,...just one finger, her middle finger, oh God that is so intimate, to touch, an exploratory touch to the silken smooth lips there. She does not move the finger, does not slide, she just holds it there, affirming herself. Yes, her delicate skin there is still soft. Her outer lips hold her inner lips warm, and her finger is a reminder there. Rosalind. With one swift motion I pushed down on his thick bulge. My pussy was so hot and wet it was already throbbing. It welcomed in his dick like a long lost friend. It hurt so good. My shit was so tight I had to slide slowly up and down first then as it became more exciting I went faster. Our chemistry was dope; frantic fingers against palms and backs, sweaty brow against chin, full lips against eager tongue... “Oh girl! Got damn! That feels good. Shit!” I had this man cussing up a storm as I bounced. She felt William picking her up and carrying her back over to her cage. As he set her inside her cage and steadied her against the bars, she looked into his eyes and asked one last time, “What have I become?”The hour while she hung in her cage following the performance seemed especially long. Maybe that was because a much larger portion of the audience stopped to take pictures. Some even got down on their knees– or even lay down on the ground– so they could get the wheel into the picture with. Steve seemed fascinated by the sight of my pink hole. He just stared at it like he was hypnotized."Come on," I urged him. "Put it in me."He cleared his throat and said, "I love it when you beg."He sounded sincere, so I slid my hands down the insides of my thighs and stroked them up and down my legs. I whimpered like a dog begging for a treat and said, "Please? Pleasepleaseplease, I need it! Give my hungry pussy something to suck on, please."He looked at me like he wasn't sure if I was.