She took off her top and threw it over a nearby chair; I could feel her boobs pressing freely against me and a bulge growing in my trunks."Yes it does...," I say and kiss her again, this time with some tongue. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. "Want to get more comfortable?" The same thought seemed to cross her mind. "Of course," she replied. So we separated ourselves and almost ran to and up the stairs to the second floor, hand in hand. I couldn't help but watch Emily's boobs bounce freely as. .. At least as much so as someone like her could. The thing is Laurel, while always stunningly beautiful, was unbelievably stupid. All her life she coasted by thanks her her looks, which made her into the poster-girl for dumb bimbos all over the world. She actually managed to have a decent job and to keep it thanks to regular blowjobs for her bosses. She didn't mind it, she even enjoyed the attention! Now 34 years old, she felt it was a great compliment whenever someone would ask her for sexual. After that the chair committee meets to determine if you’re what we’re looking for in a slave. Usually it’s decided a slave will remain for a year, then three years, then ten years and finally a lifetime. It’s not up to the slave; it’s decided by the committee. And there are special exceptions and situations all the time.? ?A lifetime,? I ask incredulously. ?Yes. Right now our longest serving slave has been with us for thirty years. He’s not going anywhere,? Anastasia says. My fingers delved deeper into my pussy and my other hand rubbed my clit for all I was worth, and then it hit me. It was like a tidal wave of pleasure washing over my whole body. I couldn’t control myself. I started to shake, almost like a seizure as heat reigned supreme over me. I could feel my pussy pulsate and then a complete calmness as I came down from my intense orgasm. It was my first orgasm and I lay back enjoying the afterglow of my body.I must have lay there for a minute or two before.