She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet, petal-like, hair-lined lips ...f her vagina were presented to his eyes like an Aztec virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge, plunging weapon to stab into her. The brown triangular bush of her pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep tan of her other parts, jutted out. ”“Mmm. I agree completely,” I said. “I wanted you to be in our pod because I wanted to make love to you. Do you still want me now that I’ve reached my majority?”“Oh, my. I’ll have to consider that. Fortunately, your birthday isn’t until tomorrow, so today I could still have my way with a minor.” She kissed me and I stroked her breast, delighting in the softness and in her response. I’m a little crazy about my lovers’ breasts. I especially like them when they aren’t encased in the armor of a. Without a word you feel me pulling the wet pantyhose up your legs tugging them into place harshly. You had been hobbled by them the entire time; they had laid just under you and been wet with the flow of you piss, and mine. I must have seen the tears flow from beneath the black silken blindfold for you feel my fingers gently brush them away. Then I tenderly kiss your lips and whisper "No shame in submission. No secrets... No walls... let me see all of you little one... for that is when the real. Why do you think the tourists come out to see them? It's an attraction as big around here as the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. Our slave teams are an institution that inspires a sense of well being. When folks see the naked field slaves, all working hard with their nipple, ear, nose, and genital rings brightly gleaming in the sun, and the sound and the sparkle of a hundred cock bells swaying from a hundred cocks and ringing in the fields, not only is it a beautiful sight and.