I picked her up and gave her a delicate kiss on her lips. She moaned. I laid her on my bed, kissed her again, again she moaned. We were both naked. I ...let my tongue slip into her hot wet mouth, she slid hers into mine. I laid next to her, kissing her, feeling her hot little breast. We were like lovers, making out. I then slid my other hand down her belly, rubbing her, feeling her, wanting her. My hand was so hot just touching her. This was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. My hand. He didn’t want to be eclipsed by his virtual persona. And yet if he valued his privacy—valued protecting his real-world identity—Ariel might well eclipse him.That wasn’t right. What he was doing was hard too. Or perhaps, his perspective added additional dimensions to why the work he was doing as Ariel was hard work. He wanted recognition for that work. But he saw no way to get that recognition while protecting himself in the real world.Speaking of protecting himself, he wasn’t sure what to. But indiscriminate kicks or punches from me could break bones or damage organs. No, it was much better for her to fight back the tears and keep quiet. Alas, I have to confess that I lost control of myself. There was the tiniest speck of blood, where the cord had cut into one of her vaginal lips. The sight of this made me spontaneously ejaculate in my pants. I hate this, as I like to conserve my semen for at least one of my slave’s holes. But, that is what happened. Like most men, after I. Her hands lifted to her breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. “Think you’re about to get her off,” “Oh god yes. Please don’t stop,” Vanille begged. “You gonna come?” David asked. Her voice rising in both pitch and volume as she hovered at the cusp of oblivion, she answered, “I’m going to come so hard.” Greg’s lips centered over her clit, drawing folds, hood, and the swollen nub between them. He sucked hard, his tongue teasing in what seemed to be everywhere at once, and she came..