It is the suppleness of wetness and the thrust of tautness that intoxicates, not the cognac they have drunk. She accepts the urgency of his hands and ...ips and cock exploring. Each darts from lips to breast to cunt opening flowering beneath him. He accepts the tenderness of her hands and lips and cunt. Each flows from lips to chest to cock stretched taut. He glides easily around her, inside her, baring himself and his self. She slides up to feel him full, legs around his to feel him deeper,. I scooted my office chair forward until I was within inches of his Adonis-like cock. I slipped my hand on to his covered balls and gripped them, as I pulled down on the elastic band of his underwear to reveal eight long hard inches of manhood. I slipped my hand around the thickness of the shaft and studied his tool. He was circumcised. I could see the blood vessels thickening as I held on to his tool, a small droplet of moisture forming on the greyish tip end. I smiled and then I slipped my. After much arguing, a compromise was reached. The dolcette would be guttedalive and kept alive as long as possible. The meats from the body cavity, theloins and chops would form the basis of the Dolcette Bourguignon and the finishedentrée would be served in the open body cavity, a bowl or containerwould be inserted to hold the girl meat stew. The Filles Mignon would be placed around the Dolcette Bourguignon. At thecompletion of the party, the dolcette would be returned to the kitchen. She ran her tongue over the head feeling the rough edge of where he had been circumcised. It felt weighty and hot and tasted of leather. Master must have had a good run; he was always more excited after a good run. He playfully pretended it was the bike and the open road but she knew it was because he relaxed and forgot about everything except penetrating his beautiful woman. Nothing like five hours on the highway with a hard on to make for a rough night for a slave girl. Master was pushing.