He represented a number of diverse clients, but most particularly the interests of an elite slave owning and trading firm known as Richmond SlendaBond...Bill was in his mid forties and at the peak of his career. Often he would visit a new city and scout out attractive young women there who might be insolvent. When he found an interesting target he tried to interest one of his clients in acquiring her. If he received a green light, he would then hire a local attorney, arrange for the client to buy. Strong, but delicate. Built on trust and honesty. If I break any rules, I tell him, I always tell him. I’m woken by a snap. No…a click. The door closing. I sit up in position, abandoning my blanket and sitting straight up, my feet beneath me, knees in front, then spread, my hands on the floor, and tits pushed out. Looking down at the floor. I’m getting wet… I can hear him moving, I mustn’t feet, not until I am signaled to do so. He doesn’t speak either, he usually uses body language, or signals. I kissed his inner thigh stroked his cock and balls with my hands. I then, took his balls one at a time in my mouth, stroking his 8 inch cock with my hand. After I finished I kissed his neck and rolled me on my back. He sacked my breasts, and pressed his rock hard cock against my thigh, driving me wild. I begged him to put himself inside, I needed him more than I needed anything. He teased me he rubbed it against me, stroked it, asking if I was sure and I screamed yes more than you know yes and. Es war mein erstes Mal und auch alles andere als sehr schön. Es schmerzte sehr und Thorsten meinte dazu nur, dass dies ganz normal sei beim ersten Sex. Tatsächlich war ich sogar sehr glücklich darüber, dass es bereits nach wenigen Minuten schon wieder vorbei war. Als ich spürte wie Thorstens Schwanz in meiner frisch entjungferten und noch sehr engen Muschi zu zucken begann, fragte ich ihn natürlich sofort voller Entsetzung: "Hast du jetzt etwa doch in mich gespritzt?!" Worauf er mir allerdings.