I really want to stress that this was not a sexy, enticing thing done to excite a sexual partner. It was a completely innocent and sub-conscious movem...ent. Which is what made it so fucking hot. She didn’t sucked her fingers in a seductive fashion, instead she tasted her pussy and moved on. As she moved off toward the shower I watched her smacking her lips together and rolling her tongue around her lips clearly enjoying the last of her musky, salty pussy flavour.My cock was set to burst. If I had. “And how does my little thief feel?” he asked me. My face flushed as deep as my ass cheeks. “I’m ashamed that I came without permission, Master.” He said nothing, but motioned to the television. I crawled to it and turned it on. I scooped up the remote in my mouth and crawled to my master and placed it in his lap. Let me see the asshole I am going to fuck, Slave,” he said, and I presented my ass to him and placed my head on the floor. He spread my ass cheeks and ran his finger along the outside. First in your sopping wet pussy, then fucking your mouth. Back and forth, pussy, mouth, pussy, mouth. I again kiss you deeply, tasting your pussy on your mouth when the dildo is in your pussy. When my left arm gets tired, I switch sides and resume my assault using my right. All the while, kissing your mouth, face and breasts. When I'm tired, I just use the vibrator on you, never offering you any respite. Wrenching orgasm after orgasm from you. Some time later, the battery on the vibrator is. I was lifting the portable vacuumwhen we glanced toward a young blond man, his fist gripping a sketchpad as he walked up from the beach. He was wearing a light bluebutton-down shirt with epaulets and khaki safari slacks. He introducedhimself as Greg, an art student at a local college. He askeddirections to a nearby diner. With his tall, lithe body and tannedface, he looked more like a surfer than an artist. Bending to pick up the chamois and her white hip-length terryrobe, Ellen smiled. She was.