I continue sweating in my rain suit. It is very slippery inside it. I like it very much. My nipples are squished under his muscular breast. I feel his...hands going between my legs, on my pussy, still over the pants. His dick is very hard on my pubis. I continue wetting a lot. The fragrance is filling-up the room. It seems to arouse him a lot. He fondles my pussy while I purr like a pussy cat! I lower my pant to make my pussy appear in all its magnificence. John admires my piercings. My clit is. Most amusing. Not for one moment did he consider what it must be like for a pretty young girl to be a slave. To be owned by another. To go constantly naked. To have to obey whatever orders one was given... no matter how difficult or degrading they were. To have to live with the knowledge that this slavery was for a lifetime!He waited until Nyrene stopped quivering. “Alright, girl,” he said, “you can start sucking.”At once, Nyrene insinuated her dusky body between her Master’s thighs. Rough. Let's go really slow and make it last."So I began to stroke, pulling out until the rim of my helmet made contact with her muscle ring, then pushing back in slow motion. It was like walking in water: you can't do it fast even if you try. And for the life of me I didn't want to. I knew that, having cum once already, it would take quite a while for my balls to work up to another ejaculation. It felt so wonderful, having that tight little ring sliding up and down my veined member.And from the. You always knew where he stood.I was at his door at 6 as promised. He welcomed me with a Heineken and a pat on the back. "Have a seat, David. The steaks are almost done and the baked potatoes are in the warming oven. I've got a fresh rye bread and that's dinner. No substitutions," he laughed.We had a good and filling meal and I helped him clear the table and get the dishes in the dishwasher. The steaks were broiled in one of those disposable broiling pans and that was quickly disposed of. I.