An off-duty Master and several slaves were being introduced to the woman.She held out a hand to Jordan. He barely glanced at it. Clare stiffened asdid...several employees and locals who sent quick looks her way. Could the womannot see by his clan marks that he was House Alexander? No woman in the roomwould have presumed to place herself as his equal. ?Master Jordan, who doesn't shake hands,? the woman commented, withdrawingthe untouched hand. She went on to speak animatedly with the others.. Her back slick with sweat, my hands moved with ease softly, slowly up and down. She calmed and stopped crying."Love me, please?" she whispered in my ear.There was something, I don't know. It was like walking by a graveyard at night. It felt like ... a hint of darkness tugging at my soul. But I was lost to the moment, to the heat, to the passion to come. The warm, lithe body on me started moving, touching me, bringing me to arousal. I turned her over kissing her breasts, the sweat a salty tang. . i'm your bitch !! " i whimpered " i'm your bitch 4ever !! never stop fucking me !! "this may have been the best feeling i had ever had. ramon was bottoming out inside me & i could feel his huge ball-sack slapping against mine. as ramon kissed my neck while slamming my ass, i took his hand & sucked on his index finger, giving it an imaginary blow job as my cock oozed & drooled pre-cum everywhere. groaning uncontrollably, i could feel something building up in me. this feeling overtaking me was. Brittany kept a sharp eye out for anyone admiring her body. There were so many! It gave her pussy a little jolt every time she saw someone staring. Her pussy was leaking hardcore. By the time they reached the downtown, Brittany couldn’t contain herself any longer. The ball of warmth in her stomach had grown past ignorable levels. She dragged Sheila into the first shop she could find and asked for the bathroom. The attendant was a young man, probably early twenties, and good looking. “Bathroom.