A drop of her still hot, liquid arousal trickled down the inside of her thigh.Despite the intense feeling of vulnerability and helplessness, she felt ... small measure of relief. She understood what was desired of her right at the start. She was to be the trophy, the object d'art to be put on display as a symbol of wealth, prestige, and power. The sex was almost an afterthought. With Norlan, she realized now she had been caught in a limbo between "real" Urisi slave and "special" Oceanus slave,. I work my way around the outside of the fence. Looking up I see Rhonda in a window. Undressing herself. I damn near stop weed eating. Watching Rhonda as she undress. I get on the inside of the fence. Now Rhonda is kicking off those blue stretchy tights becoming completely naked. [I thought she wasn't wearing underwear] She bends over to pick them up off of the floor. Those big ass cheeks spread apart. I could literally see Rhonda's pussy now. It's shaved, the lips are juicy, the clit is poking. The friction excites me and the heat lights me.I like to dress the part. I imagine a tight fitting cap that binds my hair, a doublet over my ruffle shirt, and sleek jodhpurs fitted into long, slender, black riding boots­­­­­.So as I strum away under the hood of my expanding pearl, I can see a castle gate up ahead in the moonlight. I whip my riding crop over my horse’s ass in order to quicken the pace.Once there, I dismount and bang on the port, while I, simultaneously, pound my pillow.A slot. Melanie fumbled with the elastic band that passed around her lover's middle and jerked his underpants down impatiently. His huge, heavy prong flopped free, poking crudely against her cheek, smearing it with a droplet of clear liquid.She encircled the pulsating base of Randy's cock with her soft, small fingers, reveling in the feeling of the taut, silken flesh, stretched across the hard rubbery pole of flesh and gristle. Throbbing blue veins latticed the bulging sides, and Randy's big balls were.