Eventually we both collapsed panting on the bed with my arm around her shoulders, as we lay there i started lazily running my finger tips over her sto...ach and i heard a little groan escape her.I hear her whisper "you have really soft fingers" followed by a little giggle.As she said this she started rubbing my cock through the duvet not wanting to blow it i slowly run my fingers up her chest in small circles, running up her chest to the swell of her breasts as my finger brushed her taught nipple. Of course, she just stood there, not knowing what to expect from my cryptic remark."Oh my God, Berthold, what has happened to you?"It was more than a whisper, an almost silent scream, as she looked at me with widely open eyes, both her hands clapped to her mouth, regarding me as one would an evil apparition, shrank away from me when I approached her, turned around, wailing, and ran upstairs to our bedroom.I decided to just let her be for the moment, went to the kitchen, took the coffee things. Oh, you poor thing, she said in her deep drawl. Carrie immediately turned me around so that she was between my legs and put her mouth on my pussy. Her lips were soft and full, and she wrapped them around my clit which must have seemed so small to her. Wait, I told her. Turn around so that I can put that gorgeous clit back in my mouth. She was only too happy to accommodate me. I had always preferred the feeling when Amy was lying between my legs to that of the 69 position, but that beautiful. They ought to reform the laws to let slaves retire eventually and ensure that you get a nest egg of sorts to make freedom easier, but I don’t see that happening any time soon. If you ask me, it’s not voluntary servitude if you can’t ever back out of it. It should be indentured bondage, not chattel slavery. But you didn’t hear that from me,” Dan smiled at Rachel now.“Hear what, Master?” Rachel smiled back, relieved at the good nature of her new owner.“Exactly,” Dan told her, holding her hand of.