My hand came to rest in between her outstretched legs. I gently caressed her pale brown thighs, moving higher and higher each time towards her burning... pussy.She gave a low moan of pleasure as my fingers briefly caressed the hard button of her clitoris. My hand returned to her breasts.‘You’re not wearing any bra, are you?’ I asked her objectively.She put on a little girl face and shook her head.I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time, prolonging the pleasure. Then, using my tongue, I. I settled down to watch, ready to give a full report to Master about how his commands affected Paris.Shalom “Sam” ShapiroI couldn’t stop licking my lips after Aurora kissed me. There was an unusual flavor on her mouth beneath the stronger taste of her strawberry lip gloss. It was such an interesting flavor. A sour musk. I don’t know why I liked it. I wasn’t even sure why I liked the kiss. I certainly wasn’t into girls. Or was I? Whatever strange attraction I was feeling for Aurora didn’t dilute. .. not exactly. She probably would be if the water was just a trifle deeper.We'd just come from a week of serious camping at the archaeological dig ... setting up camp at the beach was a snap ... after we cleared it with the Federales.I took bids:Raise her, clean her, restore her.I met a lot of greedy people. The low bids had a contingency rider. Certain problems may arise. If so, the customer guarantees payment. That sort of thing.The higher bids didn't have rider clauses. I disappointed the. Because you didn't get inside with more than just the head,everything is right there where you can reach it." I could get some tissues," I suggested. "Or a nice warm washcloth."This was the pivotal moment. My hope could be dashed in an instant. Ididn't even know if it was an honest desire or just the influence of allthose stories. I carefully offered, "Or if you think I was a bad sissyfor making my mess where I did, and you wanted to teach me a lesson, youcould have me clean you up....