??That is true, Priya.? Sanjeev surrendered his forehead before her feet and kissed the ground.?By the way, you aren’t even supposed to show me your...face.? Priya said. ?Keep your head low.? Sanjeev obediently hung his head low.?Since I don’t care about my slaves’ faces, nor do I ever look at them, I use marks to indicate their position. For example, a mark on the neck differentiates a slave from a candidate.? Priya said. ?My slaves would have a mark on their chest.??Should I fetch you a marker. I was completely laying over him with my face behind his face, chest near his shoulder, stomach on his back ,my dick between his ass cheeks. He was soft like water bed. By moving my hip I tried to enter his ass hole.. When I positioned correctly and about to move inside his hole he stopped me… have safety dear.. I told I don’t have. he stretched his hand to the nearby draw and took a new big condom box. He took one and opened it.i don’t want to get up even to place the condom as my cock tip is. I studied it thoroughly, spreading her open without penetrating, and blowing soft kisses over her clit, only slightly revealed from under its hood. I worshipped at those two beautiful breasts and blackberry nipples with fingers, tongue, lips and teeth as she whimpered with need. I rolled her onto her stomach, moving my fingers through her crease, tenderly swirling them around the opening as she tried to thrust into my finger. Rolling her over, I remained between her legs so she ended up with. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, when a thought hit my mind. I pulled against the force of his other hand which was pulling the back of my neck to him. Your wife?? I spluttered. Fuck her, I want you! I know you fucked Carter too and hes married He looked pissed off at the obvious hesitation on my face. He stood up dropped his jeans, turned to me, his hard cock proud in my face. Stroking my hair for a couple of seconds before roughly directing me towards his rock solid member..