My snatch clenched. Juices coated my bush. I squeezed my thighs tight, feeling my silky hairs while my tail wiggled faster.“So, you see how to do it...” I asked. “Because tomorrow night, you're going to help.”“Are you going to help tomorrow night?” Nathalie asked, glancing at me.I grinned at her. “I help every night!”Nathalie arched a narrow, blonde eyebrow at me. I smiled at her. She was maturing so fast, growing so confident in Master's harem. She had blossomed. That blushing, eighteen-year-old. She was standing on top of it and her feet were in these thick cloth boot sort of restraints that held her tight to the metal bar. Master told me that the purpose of the bar of metal was so that the carousel rider would drop immediately to the bottom of the tank.The way the Carousel works is that once all nine of the slaves are strapped into place, they are blindfolded and lifted into the air. Then the Carousel rotates for a while until suddenly they are dropped into one of the tanks of. Before long I was squirting all over his mouth and down his chin. He looked up at me wide eyed with surprise and just kept going as if my juice was his life force. I couldn't stop shuddering, my entire body was shaking as I grabbed the back of his head and fucked his face. Finally I couldn't take anymore and pushed him off me, I wanted to taste his cock more than I had ever wanted a cock before. He stood up and teased me and I knelt there waiting for it. Finally he released it from his pants. I. “My god, you are beautiful!”She gasped as his hands slipped beneath her and he lifted her to his face. She knew what his tongue had done across her body and anticipated the feeling of it inside her. Needed to feel it. He lifted her up and breathed in her scent… so sweet and warm. He had to taste her and slid his tongue flat across her mound. Then again. Then he pressed his tongue into her a little, tasting the juices that he knew were just inside. Each lick of his tongue pressed harder into her.