" Ich ziehe schnell den Pullover ?ber undschl?pfe in die Schuhe, die sie mir hinh?lt, stocke aber, als sie zurT?r geht. "Nun kommen Sie schon und denk...n Sie an was ich Ihnen gesagthabe... Nur ein M?dchen, was spazieren geht. Ein allt?glicher Anblick.Wer Ihnen hinterher sieht, denkt an was anderes als was Sie seink?nnten."Ich hole tief Luft und folge ihr auf den Gang, der zum Gl?ck leer ist,nur eine Schwester schaut im Schwesternzimmer hoch und l?chelt kurz,als wir vor?bergehen.Auch den Aufzug. .. No dogs here though – just two slim, young, attractive women – near naked (they each have stockings and suspenders, one is still wearing a bra) ... Rolling around on a big white bed, kissing passionately, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths – mouths open so we can see the wet contacts, tongues wrestling in a very show-offy way ... They are clearly aware of the camera.We recognise the bra-less woman by the line of dog-paw tattoos running up her legs, and by the huge DOGWHORE tattoo. "My Master, Mom!" exclaimed Chyna.The color drained from her mother's face. "What?" I'm his sex slave." Chyna said it like the most normal thing in the world."Er, yes, that's why I'm here to talk to you, um, Mrs. Coel." Miss Coel," she muttered absently. "This is a joke, right? One of those ill-thought out, teenage pranks? He's really your boyfriend, right, Chyna?" Nope. Master has a girlfriend." The girl shuddered against him. "And she tastes wonderful. I guess, she's my Mistress. But I'm. Moments later she was bobbing rapidly, tongue flapping madly. I didn't stand a chance. I came in thick, copious spurts. My fingers twined in her hair, holding her there in place while I groaned and thrashed at my release. The sound of her gulping, and then swallowing my load was deafening to my ears. Throughout it all we never broke eye contact.I collapsed and rolled out from under her, off the couch and onto the floor, content for the moment to concentrate on Shelly's face; her lovely lust.