It was there for the man willing to spend time looking.She wasn’t one of those women ashamed of, or stuck up about, her body. But she was also not o...ne of those women who thought their body was a showpiece, or a meal ticket. She seemed comfortable in her own skin.All of which, of course, was totally out of line with the crying and upset she was feeling a few moments ago. People like this usually take a bit of effort to upset. I was intrigued by her story; I wanted to know what had done this to. “Really, again?” she asked. “That’s almost embarrassing now.”Dalia looked at her surprised. “Does he do that often?” she wondered and leaned over to Lara with great interest.The slave nodded. “All the time. It’s actually my job...” She stopped and looked around, as if she thought someone was listening in on them. “It’s actually my job to take care of that,” she finally continued confidentially.Dalia blinked confused, as if she wasn’t sure if she heard correctly. Lara, the petite little slave,. I limply leaned on him and panted. His palms kneaded myass cheeks and he lightly spanked me. The slaps gotharder and I squealed in protest. He kept it up and toldme, “You ain’t done yet. You’re gonna keep riding meuntil you faint. Then I’m gonna start plowing you.” Mymuscles tightened around his semi-hard prick. His voicesoftened. “I bet you really want those two cops to showup again and watch you. I saw the look in their eyes andthey wanted to watch you fuck. He is 5 years older than me and was brought up by my mum before she got married and moved out. My family always talks about how Shan was so excited when I was born, probably because I was the first baby in the family after him. Shan moved in with us when he started university and began working a part time job. We weren't overly close, it was a pretty normal cousin relationship except for the sexual tension that developed after I finished school. Now, I wouldn't call myself that good looking as.