”Michelle eased a hand under the weak elastic, giving herself a stroke. She was surprised at how wet she found herself to be already; she pulled bac... and tested her panties from the outside, and they too were damp. This proved to be a mistake in efforts—Michelle was dangling her tether from the finger of one hand, and using the other, she tried to twist the bell on. Coated by her wetness, her fingers were slick and ended up transferring that to the bell, making it damnably difficult to turn on.. " Right," she said, giving me a lopsided sneer-smile. "You just liketo show off." No, honestly, it's more for comfort than showing." Whatever," she said, squeezing my penis and then tugging it hard atthe base, near my balls, before releasing me. "But don't stop on myaccount, lover boy. I'm enjoying the show, and judging from the wayyour mom was staring at you, I think she likes it too!"Mom came back into the room and placed a tray of assorted chips anddips before us. I asked where she was. When I tell you he was six foot two, and handsome, with a commanding air (he was, in fact, a real Zulu prince, eldest son of his tribe’s chief), you won’t be surprised to hear that he caused quite a few panties to get moist (including mine). I remember especially the time he came to a Halloween party in his traditional tribal outfit. It was strangely chorus-girl like, with fluffy shin guards and armlets, an ostrich feather headress and some beads, and nothing much else but a short skirt of. He listened to her moans of distress and discovered she was more pleasure ridden than pain driven and her rump rose and fell to meet his humping action with an eagerness he had not expected from a bound slave girl.Seeing these positive signs of cooperation on the girl’s part, he quickly unbound her and ordered that she be given a comfortable cushion to sit on and had food and drink brought to her to reward her for her submissive attitude. It was obvious that she was hungry and he wondered when.