She’d turn you on the moment you see her. I had massive sexual thoughts and fantasies for her building in.She stayed alone. Lost her husband at a ve...y young age. She ran a furniture shop in town. Had a son who stayed abroad.The story started in afternoon when she came and rang our bell. She wanted some help to shift a cupboard from one room to another in her flat. I went to her house. At that time neither did I have any expectations nor I had any feelings for her. But my mind was stuffed with. My slaves toured with rock bands and comedians, my slaves were the best in the world. It was my duty to train Rachel. Then I would sell her to the highest bidder. I vowed then in my heart to make her the best, the most talented, to teach her every perversion, and how to fulfill the sexual voraciousness of the devil himself. She would be my piece de resistance. I undid her handcuffs. Stand, put your hands behind your back. The back of your hands are to rest on the curve of your ass, thumbs. She gave it a sniff,and Sly had a tense second or two. Then she spoke: "How you could possiblyconfuse this with any of the others, I don't know; it's obviously the sweetestsmelling!" She quickly put it back on, tugging and fiddling with it till itwas in its proper place. "Oh, you're back! You're back!" she cried, and did a happy sort of dance. "Oh,I'll never let you get away from me again, I'll . . . ." And then she stoodstill for a moment. "Funny," she said. "I'm feeling a little warm . . . I. It was so soft to my tongue. She was trembling and enjoying it. I could see my saliva and some liquid form her pussy. Then she asked me to come between her legs.She asked me to insert my dick where I inserted my tongue. I tried but could not do it properly. Then she herself took my dick and inserted it. It smoothly went inside and I could feel the tightness and heat on my dick. I felt like keeping it in an oven. Then I automatically began to stroke. What a feeling it was. She pressed my.