Nikolai heard Ivy inhale deeply into his neck, even as he felt her hot tongue slip out to taste him causing him to moan. "God I want you." He whispere... into her sweet vanilla smelling skin.Ivy answered by slipping her hand inside his jacket and around his back where she set slowly rubbed. She felt the muscles in his back tighten and then his hand was sliding slowly down her bare back which raised goose-bumps of her sensitive flesh. "Please Niko. No more teasing, I can't take anymore. I need. Surprised at how easily he was able to hook the garter tabs by himself,he quickly moved on to the other stocking. With both stockings clippedand straight he could not resist the urge to see himself in the mirror.Turning back and forth before his reflection and making small,unnecessary adjustments to the waist cincher, Andy loved thenaughtiness of his image. The lacy cincher with its bright whitegarters framed his hard cock. The contrast of soft feminine lingeriewith the hardness of his maleness. Not because my father said it would be the hardest — I knew it wouldn’t be that hard for me, but it was a lesson I didn’t feel I needed, and this made it seem so pointless, such a waste. From the cargo of twenty-four slave girls I had to choose one who would die — slowly and painfully, while the others had to watch, and while I would watch, too. Now that I had learned to bear my own pain, according to my father, I had to learn to bear that of others. “But they are your merchandise,” I said to. " Yes," she groaned. "Do it, do it like you did." I smeared some of the sperm on her clit and started rubbing it up and down between my thumb and index finger. "AAaaaahhhh." She humped her cunt up against my hand. "Is it better?" It's so wild. I'm going to come in a few minutes or seconds. It was so exciting to se you fuck that boy, and your cunt feels so alive. I want to fuck you now." Oh, please no. Wait a little. I'll do you with my hand, like I did to Alfred, and then you can stay hard in.