.. I .. I wondered Sir if I could perhaps do something for you?" I tentatively ask."I am sure there are a lot of things you could do for me Slavegirl,...what are you saying girl .. speak!" you demand."Could I pleasure you Sir? With my mouth?"You look hard at me, scrutinising my face, thinking before you answer ... "Yes, Kayla, ok you may, Carry on"I remove my clothing and kneel at your feet. You have only loose trousers on so gently I remove them and lean forward to start my ritual worship of. She immediately started talking 100 miles an hour about her plans for a redecoration and what robbers local contractors were. I just let her run through her usual “I’m not a nympho” displacement activity as I feasted my eyes on her semi visible lithe nude form and steadily herded her toward the stout wooden table in her sunny breakfast nook. The table I’d fucked her on and over many times before.When I had her backed against the table her yammering came to a stop and she looked up with her big. Tall, with black hair done up in a towering bun that made her seem even taller she wore a black dress that did all to accentuate her preternatural fullness of figure and splendid curvature. It had elbow length sleeves, fell to mid- thigh and was cut low to expose that thin line cleavage desired to be seen more between her huge but firm and perfectly formed breasts, where was she from was my question !!!!! and what for was she the candidate I wondered .The dress was thin and supple, tailored to. It got flowers like flaps with a small hole , the flaps we say in our language kanth which could be chewed for hours together and at the end a liquid mixed with urine will fill our mouth,Once we drank it we will excited with more sexual urge and madness like alcohol or more than it. We feel like pressing sharing this pleasure to all , share it all, the more people chew it more taste it becomes, and more satisfied both and all us she is more and more excited with each person I shared, more sexy.