CHAPTER 4--SHOPPINGAs I promised we arose early Saturday morning. I walked in to Paula'sroom at 6:45. The CD player was still running, the headphone...s firmlyin place. I turned the machine off and removed them, waking Paula inthe process. "Good morning, Paula. How is my beautiful slave thismorning?" Wonderful, Mistress...I slept extremely well. May I serve you in someway this morning?" Yes, Paula. Once I release you make your bed and dress in the clothesI've laid out on your chair. You. Eehh… Smith, Sir. You must be Mr. Obatulezi? Thank you for coming so far”.“Obutulezi. No problem! I was actually not so far away anyway. And I intend to stay nearby for my own business and pleasure!” His roaring laughter for some reason made the men nervous.“Did you bring the goods, Mr. Obutuluzi”, asked Mr. Smith.“Of course. I just wanted to see you gentlemen before I give away my treasure.”Behind the dark windows of the Range Rover Sonia watched the six men waiting for her. It was almost like. She wriggled slightly in her chair remembering how he had punished her after the last time the gardeners visited. Her cunt was already wet in anticipation of the fucking and punishments to come. Richard decided to stay home and keep his eye on his wife he could see she was ready to be fucked. He contemplated offering to fuck her but he knew she would refuse knowing that she would get better from the gardeners. The door bell rang causing them both to jump slightly. It was Ella Dont worry the. "Taste," she whispers. Her husband starts snapping pictures.I lap up the juice on her inner thigh, and breathe her smell. I make a long stroke with the broad flat of my tongue, stem to stern in nautical terms, slow and deliberate. I flick the end of her clit at the end of the lick. She pulls my face back to her pussy. She struggles to keep her legs spread, fighting the little convulsions that close around my face. I penetrate her. The folds of her pussy tighten, my tongue slips out. "Eat me,".