Emma's long hair was splayed over the bed as she swished her head back an forth. His magical touch heated her entire body as if that spark earlier of ...swallowing his seed was the beginning to turn into an uncontrollable wild fire. Her legs closed on his head like a wrestler giving a scissors hold.Many times thoughts ran through her head. Thoughts of love, romance, doing things other than sex even though they were doing it, this morning it was all things. All things. She just allowed her man to. " I'm going to like being your slave." That's the whole idea, my little Black whore," said the blonde as her mouth covered Lynn's and the Black woman opened her lips to accept the lovely warm invasion of her mistress's tongue.Lynn's hand found the lance and began stroking it to full erection once again."Not right now," stated Denise as she rolled on top of her lover/slave. "Right now I want a different type of pleasure." I wish my body was like yours," said Lynn, scooting down so her mistress. Anne asked, ‘How do we look, Stan?’ ‘Fabulous, my princesses. Fabulous.’ ‘I love it when he says that!’ Denise told Anne, and they both smiled warmly at each other. They turned to go, collecting their shawls from the king-sized bed. Stan followed. He kissed them both lightly on the back of the neck, and let them precede him from the room. The hotel had a number of wonderful historic rooms, dating back to the 18th Century. Stan and his two partners had an appointment in one of them, named after. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open the door but what he spots inside the room is nothing like he expected.He sees two people on a bed. One of those is unmistakingly fucking the absolute shit out of the other. Currently tightly hugging her pillow is a blonde on all fours.