"You must know then, she is kept by a young Genoese merchant, whom his uncle, who is immensely rich, and whose darling he is, sent over here with an E...nglish merchant, his friend, on a pretext of settling some accounts, but in reality to humour his inclinations for travelling, and seeing the world. He met casually with this Polly once in company, and taking a liking to her, makes it worth her while to keep entirely to him. He comes to her here twice or thrice a week, and she receives him in her. It made no difference to Jack—he just kept stroking as Susan began to peak for her first climax from a cock of any sort in many years. She felt the motion against her G-spot as something entirely new; none of her human partners had ever stroked so that her G-spot was rubbed almost continually. Susan was already moaning by now, but she began to shift into a very high-pitched squeal that the humans could hardly hear, but Jack heard it as an affirmation of his technique.Susan seemed to be coming. He was clad in a pair of skin tight black denim jeans, button fly ofcourse, a black leather shirt and His trademark black alligator skin cowboyboots. ?? Before them hungthe near lifeless form of His naked slave, hanging from the thick meat hooksthat He had forced through the base of each of her breasts. The stream of bloodthat had cascaded down her body and dripped from her bare feet had slowed downconsiderably, and was turning a dark red as it thickened and dried. Before theslave, harsh stage. I pull my finger out of her love hole and move my head down kissing her stomach and moving my body until I am between her spread legs. She looks down at me, biting her fingers on her one hand waiting to see what I was going to do. I kiss the inside of her legs, rub my thumb across her swollen clit, and take my fingers on each hand and pull her pussy lips apart. I can smell her sex, and I get to see her wet labia, her swollen clitorous, and the pink tiny entrance with juices dripping out of it..