The woman notes with delight that I am easily aroused. This is a positive quality. Male sex slave are expected to satisfy the sexual desires of their ...mistresses. I want to satisfy this woman. The woman turns my head and gives me a long loving kiss on my lips. She tells the seller that I am a good kisser. Then the woman strokes my rod and I quickly pop. I felt embarrassed, but she says she likes a boy slave who comes quickly. I feel confident. A woman who is an experienced slave owner is. Her back arched. He took in the sight before him, her stomach was so taught, he trailed his hand down, circling her belly button, teasing. Izzy felt in ecstasy and torment at the same time, she was burning deep down inside and could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Just get there already! He slipped a finger into the waist of her jeans with the other hand still on her right breast and his lips caressing her neck. He unhooked the button with just his thumb, he paused. ‘Are you sure about. He knelt down in front of Carie with an amusingly goofy look of immense satisfaction. She had to chuckle then said, “You’re welcome.” Vasily leaned back and snared the last bag from the coffee table. He picked up the bag Carie had carried over to the chair and then he pushed both onto her lap. “You take,” he said Carie grinned, her arms full. “You sure about that?” Waving his hand almost as if he were done with them, he nodded and repeated, “Take. Take.” She shrugged. “Well, if you insist,” she. With a nervous laugh, I grabbed a handful of Kleenex from the box by her bed, then clambered in. I crabbed back to where she was sitting and leaned into her. Her breasts were soft against my back and her skin warm. I leaned my head back into her shoulder and relaxed. She wrapped her arms around me. It did feel nice. I felt safe. In her arms, the world seemed less scary. I touched my cock gently. It was already hard and sensitive and I revelled in the feeling. Behind me, Cindy adjusted herself.