She ran her hands along her thighs and slid them between, nudging her muff just enough to send warm energy into her lower abdomen. Her nipples swelled... and her hands instinctively continued upward towards her breasts. As she cupped them, she arched her back and took a deep breath. With her eyes closed, she pictured Jason, shirtless, playing lacrosse. Sweating. Smiling. His muscles rippling with each move.As one hand rested by her neck and shoulder, the other moved back down into the water. Her. “Oh, he made me always wear a thick slave collar, and dress only in wisp`s of lace, or a sheer shirt even in the snow and cold and rain.” She stopped to lick my shaft. “He was so cruel to me.” She looked up at me, her brown eyes full of lascivious mischief, “And i got to like that, i got to like that a lot, after i`d been trained. He`d lead me on my knees with a leash around the castle like a dog and give me to any servant or even strangers that passed. All of them were black. I was the. All I can feel now is his beautiful manhood, throbbing inside me, filling me completely while my own cock drips stringy pre-cum on the pavement below. We stand here at the railing, making love for what seems like an hour, his coat wrapped around us, hiding what we are really doing from prying eyes.He breathes hard in my ear, kissing my neck and thrusting his cock into me as hard as he can, resting every once in a while to keep from cumming too soon. I tell him to slow down when I feel the head. “Uhh,” She moans, each time he slides back in. “Uhh, uhh, uhh!”Two thirds of his shaft is now covered in her white juices so Tom reckons she is now ready to take the rest of his pole and he can’t wait to ram deep into her.So with his cock lodged safely inside her, he kneels up, slides his arms under her knees and wraps his arms around her thighs, pushing her bent legs up toward her shoulders.With him now over her, she is completely at his mercy and he is going to take advantage. He thrusts down.