" Aziza?" I inquired."The original whore of Babylon, my first angel," Nick explained. "But in their times, and I guess in most times in the history of... civilizations, but early on especially women were enslaved by men, little more than possessions to bare children or give pleasure or to be traded like livestock, an accumulation of wealth with a weightier value at times when powerful families merged through their daughters, but back then the males held exclusive power, so I pushed my angels. "I was asleep." And now you're awake." The man stretched the toga material over her right shoulder, then pinned it in place over her little slave girl costume. He then tried to stretch it downward to cover her Little Jasmine, but it just barely reached. "That could be a problem. You may have to go with a two-piece design, but that's ok because you have a cute tummy."Jasmine smiled at the compliment, then looked away, slightly embarrassed."You're cute when you're blushing," the man said.Now. She pushed the button for the top floor, even though we only needed to go to five. I was about to say something when she pushed me back against the wall, mashed herself against me, and kissed me harder than any woman ever has. “I needed that,” she moaned, still pressing her body against mine. My dick began to rise, and she felt it. “I needed that, too.” “What happened yesterday?” “Big family crisis. On top of a bunch of stuff that I had been putting off. But, I didn’t forget about you. In. Slowly he withdrew his finger from her pussy, feeling its walls squeezing its every centimeter. This time he pushed into her with more care, a little less force. Her moaning became long and drawn out as his finger, much thicker than her own – the only means of personal pleasure she had ever used – stretched her pussy. He began to push in and out of her at a steadier, but still slow, pace. The small amount pain she experienced was totally overcome by the dizzying pleasure she felt as her daddy.