“fuck, I want it so bad!” she gasped. I continued to rub her pussy, gently touching her clitoris with my thumb. She was breathing heavily, and her... legs were beginning to wobble when she let out a cry. I wasn’t sure if she was cumming, but it certainly seemed like she was on the edge. “just fuck me, will you? Stop teasing!” she grabbed my shaft and pulled me toward her, lifting one leg to rest her foot on the side of the tub. It was only a matter of seconds before I pushed by shaft deep inside. My complete lack of understanding of their jokes seemed to amuse them. My need for privacy when taking care of bodily functions and bathing, dressing or undressing amused them.The women tittered as they tended their gardens and watched me jog around the village in circles to get my strength back. A lot about me amused them. Sometimes I thought that was the only reason they kept me around and didn’t sell me to another tribe for seashells.Once my language skills were sufficient I was able to. Andguess that we have the evidence of that still." Dropping his hand lazily at the side of the sofa, the Maestro hooked hisbaton beneath the hem of her skirt and then slowly began to lift it, baringher legs, her knees, the swell of her thighs. He pushed the baton in furtherbeneath her skirt, brought it up higher until finally it touched her knickers,at which point he twirled it in his fingers so that the slender length of woodrolled to the left and the right, moulding the smooth silk against. I grinned widely and decided that fucking her could wait until I teased her more. Without pausing I moved between her legs and laid a big kiss on her clit, letting my tongue lightly touch it. My pet didn't even have time to be disappointed I wasn't fucking her before she shivered from my touch. I smiled at her reaction and moved to kiss her dampened thigh, savoring the taste of her juices. Each time I kissed her she shivered, to the point where she got goose bumps. I made my way back up to her.