Part 2 The SlaveSo there I stood trousers round my ankle and completely nude with my Mistress lying on the bed legs spread wide and looking incredibly...inviting wearing a red and black stripped lingerie with matching thong Knickers.“Ok then slave, let us test this claim of yours about being the best pussy licker. While I think of a prefect punishment for you” My Mistress said without taking her eyes of my ever growing penis.I climbed on to the bed moving so close to my target I could smell the. At first my wife seemed a bit nervous. As we kissed she kept looking at the door. I told her to relax and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She responded by deepening the kiss and melting into my arms, and soon our tongues were exploring each other's mouths and intertwining. We kissed continuously for ten minutes. We were getting hotter and hotter. I worked my hand between her thighs and started frigging her pussy. After all, without those damn panties in the way, her love box was so much more. ” “If I had not brought her from France she would not be what she is.” What was I going to do with her? “Nothing.” Then the sooner Louise went out the better.”Louise sat down, and began silently crying. I hate to see a woman cry, and always had one remedy, — could champagne be fetched? Mother Boileau condescended to fetch some. We drank, I got communicative, and began to tell Camille. She cut me short, wanted to know nothing, we had been in a baudy house together, it was enough. What was I. His penis was hard and it sprang free from it restraints. It was not very large. It was short and thick and resembled a fire hydrant. It rose from a thick nest of black hair. His testicles were densely covered as well. He lifted his hips up so that they could be more visible and illuminated. The tip did not resemble mine. I would discover later that he was uncircumcised and he drew back the foreskin to reveal the head. He seemed very proud of it and held it steady with his thumb and forefinger..