I hoped it wasn't anything important because I couldn't make out his muffled words and I wasn't about to unlock his head harness any time soon. He pro...bably didn't even know what he really wanted at that point anyway, so there was no reason to let him speak. The contract he'd signed three months beforehand had made it clear what we both could and could not do, and it was all I needed.He'd told me what he wanted the other week, when he wasn't aroused. That's how I knew he meant it. He said how. She was wet down there. I used my many to cover has many part of her body touching and feeling the beautiful shape she has.I turned her back facing me and kissed her breast curve and I forced myself deep in the curve kissing them while my hand reached for her bra strap and unhooked it. I opened her bra and threw it a site and her nice boobs were in front of me waiting to be chewed by me. I kissed and licked her beautiful boobs and tongued her nipples and seriously they tasted good. The. It was all falling into place, one piece of the puzzle at a time. Plowing this cute, if very flawed Long Island “Daddy’s princess” type was simply a stepping stone toward my goal. A very enjoyable one, of course.“You’re not going to impregnate me, are you? I kinda didn’t have time to grab any protection!” Rachel asked me.“A little late to worry about that, babe! Your ass is mine until I’m done with you, princess! And I’m hardly one to drop a girl like a bad habit. I tend to collect ladies, to. The prospective buyers have apparently had all the time they're getting to inspect the merchandise, and are gathering in the center of the room, sitting on folding chairs that have been brought in and arranged facing the door they came in through. The display nearest the door is rolled over to sit in front of it, and everyone falls silent as the bidding for the first slave begins. A man of fairly slight build, the auctioneers present him as "the perfect sissy slave", and the bidding is.