Her taut stomach was visible, with shadows cast by her shelf-like voluminous tits standing out boldly against her smooth white skin. Fuck, her body wa... amazing.With only two buttons left to go, she climbed off my body and took my place, lying on her back propped up against the headboard with a stack of pillows under her. There were only two buttons left, the cardigan now spread out and cupping the sides of her heavily-structured bra. I knew that thing had to have a lot underwire in it to. ” Changing the subject I ask her, “How are your nipples?”Amber my impaled slave answers, “Numb Princess, a little numb.” “Remove them.”She removes them and says as the blood painfully rushes back, “Fuck Princess, he’s humping up at me and his knot is so fucking big.”I command her, “Don’t hump.”She repeats, “He is.” And she continues, “He’s pushing up at me, his fur’s rubbing my clit, he’s in all the way.”“Begin rubbing your nipples roughly.”Amber actually thanks me saying, “Oh my fucking god,. Their home was on top of a hill overlooking Bridgetown was formally a plantation owner’s house, built in the colonial manner with wide verandas surrounding the second floor bedrooms. They had added modern refinements to the inside but had managed to keep the exterior more or less in its original state. The only thing that was not, was the large swimming pool at the rear of the building surrounded by the equally large covered veranda.To the side of the house facing the drive an extension had. I slowly step back and lower my head. Instinctively, he spreads his legs and I hear a heavy sigh above me. I press my cheek against the tight fabric. I feel it swell. A warm hand slides along the back of my head and neck. Yes, pet me. I arch my back, pushing my ass into the air as his hand gets to my panty line. Don’t stop. His hand hesitates, and then slides over the curve of my ass, to wear my tail pokes through the thin black lace. I shift my hips and press my tail into his hand..