Very early I told him dreamingly about Sonja and I also gave him advice inhow to handle a slave girl. It was partly new advices and ideas for him ands...me even for me as well. I had no slave girl to practice them on so I hadto set with verbally living partly his life.He started to joke about: ?You know you have a slave-girl-school at home!?I told him freely and honestly about my life and he gave me the possibilityto follow his in sharp verbally details. Very often in the truck he told meabout. It's always inside me when you do. Please, can I make you cum?" Keep going Jess and you will. I promise," I said and Jess smiled and began stroking up and down my hardness with a rhythm that she knew I liked. I moaned every so often as her hands played a soft, but yet gentle grip on my manhood. I was so hard, but felt like putty in her hands. Jess's touch was firm enough to be gentle, yet soft enough to enhance the moment sensually.Jess laid down beside me as she continued to stroke me with an. I fell forward onto Jean, and her arms and legs hugged me tightly into her. We recovered together. As I rested there, enjoying this intimate embrace, I was briefly distracted by a noise on the verandah. I lifted my head to look out, but couldn’t see out past the fly screens on the French doors because of the light in my room and the darkness outside. Probably just one of the cats or dogs Jean reassured me I put on shorts to accompany her to the kitchen for a drink of water. With a kiss and hug. .... I need it, please give it to me." She begged.So I put both my hands around her neck and asked her, "are you my slut?" Yes I am.... I am all yours.... so fuck my like your slut. Fuck me hard and dirty" She begged."As you wish" I replied and started cooking her as I fucked her deep and hard. The slapping sound grew louder and echoed throughout the whole room. I gave my best and still it wasn't enough for her."Deeper!" I want you to give me all of it." She demanded, not realizing that this.