Her skin was smooth and soft and it showed in the mirror. She placed a hand on the rounded derrier and felt the skin. How soft to the touch, how warm ...er hands. Valerie turned to view the front of her stockings. One of her clasps was slightly to the right of where it should be and she bent slighty to adjust it. Her hands lingered on the silky stocking and brushed against the skin of her thigh before she straightened herself to bring her eyes back to the mirror. She saw her breasts, round, soft,. They both sat down and started making small talk with my mom who was running back and forth to the kitchen to get them food and drinks all while giggling at their small talk.After getting them tea, she sat down near Sam (the tall dark one) opposite Joseph. I don’t fully remember what they were talking about but I could see Sam making small advances, touching my mom’s thighs every chance he got creeping closer to her pussy all while my mom was gently guiding his hands back to his tea and Joseph. “I figured you were lying. Pussy boy you were fucking Friday night did not seem like an ass fucker,” he said as he stood up, releasing her. “Just imagine if that was my cock being shoved up your ass instead of my finger.”Jerome was ready for another attack but to his surprise, Leah did just the opposite. She turned around and reached out to yank the zipper of his jeans down, reaching inside to pull out his cock, stroking it gently. Dropping to her knees, she took his hard cock into her mouth,. We don't want our strong slave absconding before we decide to free her! Let us go to the blacksmith's."This was a new one for Roberta! Even during her trial and imprisonment she had not been treated like this. Her leg irons as a prisoner had been the sort that could be locked and unlocked. But these would be permanent, at least until they were cut away by the blacksmith. A strange excitement came over her as she realised that she was on the verge of a totally new experience in degradation and.