My heart. He was the man I should yearn for.I forced away the image of my father’s face and pictured Sven. That cocky grin, his thick, blonde hair s...o perfect for running my hands through, his bold chin that I loved to nibble on, his lean and muscular body, not brawny like a warrior, but dangerous. He had a grace about his movements, fingers dexterous.So dexterous.He knew how to play with my pussy. How to touch me, stroke me.I mimicked the naughty things he’d done to my cunt. The way he would. In fact, I need to keep working on it today," she replied.My dick, which was already half hard all day in anticipation, shot out straight down the leg of my jeans and stiffened considerably at the implied "fun" to come. All I needed was a reason to get things started. I needn't have worried though, because Natalie was not going to wait for me to figure it out.Natalie was a smart girl and I guess she wanted to find a way to give me some more legitimate reason for spending some time under the. What some First Girls forgot in that early rush of power when appointedwas that the highest ranking First Girl, even a veritable Ubara ofKajirae, was lower than the lowest free person. It was often necessaryfor a Master to punish a new First Girl for exceeding her authority bymarking another girl or damaging her in any way, or for being insolentenough to speak to a free person when not expressly given permission todo so, or other failings of a slave. The punishments handed out wereoften harsh,. " I had never let a boy actually touch my pussy, though some tried to push my panties aside or slip their hands inside. Let's just say that Paul did a wonderful job and I was moaning as he washed me there. "Oh that feels good, Paul.”"Your turn," I eventually said. I took the soap and lathered his back. He was so mucscular, so beautiful. "Turn around." I washed his now strong chest very affectionately and, a little nervously, started to rub soap on his penis and balls. Then I too knelt down and.