Her eyes are closed, her hair cascading around her head in a golden crown. As I scan down her body, her nipples are full and erect, her breathing shal...ow. The body glitter sparkles in the wavering candlelight as her hand gently plays with her nipple. Her other hand caresses her hairless mound, as a soft moan escapes from her lips. She continues playing with her clit, as she slowly spreads her legs and lets her other hand slide down to her sex. Slowly she reaches down and pulls out her favorite. They tugged at the unfamiliar clothing that the humans were wearing and ran their stubby fingers through their hair, seemingly interested both by the texture, and the variations in color and style between the visitors.Oddly they stayed away from Webber, greeting her with their headrubs, but paying her less attention than they did the other humans. Was it something to do with the marking on her forehead perhaps? Sleethe greeted a few of them, but he wasn’t of much interest to the group when. We went to the beach, had lunch and returned in the late afternoon to the villa to clean up and dress to go have dinner on the boulevard.So that evening when we arrived home we showered and started a board game, all very relaxed but after a few minutes already sex came up as a topic! The topic shifted to what happened the day before very quickly. It was like we all where waiting for this but no one dared to start it, so that's why we started the game. But luckily the tension between us grew. She affected embarrassment at my teasing, and insisted that she had no boyfriend, as her master, the inn-keeper, refused to allow such distractions. I whispered that this was a great pity, since they looked so soft and smooth. Then I slowly slid my hand down inside her blouse and cupped one warm heaving mound in my hand. I felt the nipple harden at my touch, and I took it between two of my fingers and pulled at it gently. She mumbled words to the effect that I shouldn’t, but made no attempt to.