“I bet you can clean my fingers spotless, can’t you, young lady.” The look you give me is that of confidence and not cockiness.Sucking his finge...s slowly into my mouth, twirling my tongue around each one, and tasting myself on his fingers is quite intoxicating. Wrapping my hand around Steve's wrist and using it as a guide while sliding his fingers in and out of my mouth. Moaning against his fingers, feeling as the tips press against my throat making me gag slightly, pulling back for a breath.. A bit sharp at the edge.”“That’s by design, of course. Keep your pussy lips spread and your cunt right on top of the edge, and it will get a lot sharper. But you know that you can get off at any time, right? That would end this interview immediately, and you could not become one of my slaves then, but you can get off the horse at your discretion.”“I know, Sir. I’ll stay.”“Good. But keep in mind that the point of this interview is for me to get to know you. Your sexual past, your BDSM. My arms were spread out with my back to the rough clay, the hot water the consistency of Milk with her sitting on me. Locking into my eyes as we were earlier on. I was inside her and I did not even know her name, I had no option of wanting to fuck her. She was wanting to fuck me and she began to lift herself slowly so that just the tip of my dick was now in confirming as she sat back hard all the way down, trying to almost include my balls too in her pussy. "You are nice," she whispered in my. Her hands groping my breasts. I softly kiss her neck, smelling her. I could feel her body beneath my breast, our skin was rubbing together I could feel her small, but perfectly formed breasts, as my breasts brushed against her.I felt her tense and thought she was going to orgasm, but instead she flipped me laying my back onto the bed, opening my legs wide his hands grabbed my hips and she pulled me onto her as she thrust herself against me roughly, rougher than any girl I had before. She was.