She reached behind her back, freeing her bra, releasing her breasts, still looking into the dark.“Ben” her voice was soft, quiet. “Ben, come her... please”. Slowly I stood up, appearing from behind the bush. I walked towards the open window, “I thought you’d follow me, I saw you here last week didn’t I” I nodded. “Come in” she stepped away from the window, as I climbed in. “look in my bag” she asked me. I picked her bag off the table opening it. Inside was the parcel she had received that. Naked before the dying sun...I fall upon my knees at your feet... My lips pressed against your cool flesh...My arms around your long slender legs... soft sensual kisses moving upward...Soon my lips find that wondrous mound a different wetness against my cheek...Your swollen bud beckoning me...Eager for my hunger...Your eyes locked upon mine...The warm waters swirling around us...As each of us are lost in our own ecstasy...My hands slowly trace the contours of your body... my mouth moving to. Her participation may have been eased by the attentions of those she was obliged to serve, but the attentions did not make the encounter consensual.On those evenings when Juliette was summoned with her the presence of a fellow slave and friend made the evening almost bearable. Truth be told, Sandrine did not find all sex unpleasant. Her master had been her first partner and he had introduced her to pleasure she’d not thought possible.This night, she saw three of the four guests were men she’d. His breathing got heavier as he was close to releasing himself into the hot tub, but before he had a chance he made her stop. He grabbed Jane by her hips and pulled her on top of him. He looked into her eyes and pulled her in for a kiss. He looked away from her and down at her chest, staring at her hard nipples through the fabric. He wanted so badly to grab one and suck the other, but didn't want to make Jane nervous. Her touching him was one thing for the virgin, but if he started touching.