I thrust myself forward. The head of my cock parts her labia. I slowly push my manhood into her. I hear her gasp as my rock-hard cock reaches its full... depth inside of her. I begin my slow gentle thrusting in and out of her sex. I hear her moaning into my ear as her ankles are now over my shoulders. I push myself deeper into her. I feel her womanhood clamping down on my cock. It is milking me looking for more of my seed. I increase my thrusting. I put my hands on her shoulders pushing in and out. . but...”“But, what?”“But, what use would you have for me? We are not alike or you would have used me long before this. Is it not so?”“I have used you, Ricardo. It is true that you can do nothing for me physically or sexually, but there is so much more to being a slave of mine than just being a body to be used for your Master’s pleasure. If your “Queen” is using you for her pleasure, something that she can only do if it pleases her Master to allow it to be so, who are you really serving, Little. I finally looked back over my shoulder to take a long look, and discovered that she was just one of the most beautiful women that I had ever seen in my few short years.Her name was Lena (not her real name), and she was only 4'8" tall, and weighed 80 lbs, soaking wet. She was the daughter of a Filipina mother and a Scottish merchant marine father and had an absolutely fantastic figure. Picture in your mind, 32B-22-30 with a light brown skin and freckles across her face. Her crowning glory was a. The rain was drizzling down as I headed out the door. She was already off shift and waiting on a cab. As I passed by her that sweet voice said to me " have a great night ". Nothing at all sexual but it was so sincere and her voice is just so sweet. I stopped and asked if I could give her a lift. I was almost giddy when she accepted. We climbed up into my truck ( I drive a tractor trailer ) and pulled out of the lot. We were chatting, the usual crap as we often did in the store. A few blocks.