She was dressed in a black nighty and she was looking like a model. Let me describe her assets, she had curvy boobs and butts. Her breasts were firm a...nd her vital assets were 34,26,34 (not the ideal one) but still not less than a model.As I entered the house, she welcomed me by kneeling down on her feet and said, “Your slave is at your service my master. What would you like to do with it?” Oh man, I couldn’t believe my luck and I asked her to start with the task that was given to her as soon as. Spencer starts to lick her clit like a small ice cream cone. He nibbles on it while working one, then two fingers inside her cunt, giving her double the stimulation. The woman’s moans are louder now and her body is glistening with sweat. He works her faster and more urgently, yet he never loses the tenderness of his passion. The next thing he knows she is reaching the edge.Jennifer screams with passionate release. A flood of hot, sugary juice splashes him in the face. Spencer savors her nectar. She realized she had left her father's mold untouched all night and was afraid it might be hard to get out of the container. But when she unwrapped it and pulled the mold apart she had no trouble extracting her third creation. She examined it closely. It too was perfect. She lay all three on her vanity, side by side, the ones from the older men first, and Bobby's last. She realized that her fathers had a sort of bend in it, going up and to the left from the balls. She peered at Bobby's. It too. “I have spoken with the Countess last night,” she began, “on the question of the two maids.” Both the young girls suddenly looked anxious, for they were the property of the Countess. Indentured to her for seven years until they were 21, and she had total power over their lives. Any word from her was law. “I have told her of your service here to all of us, and she is well pleased.” The two girls grinned with relief. “She and I have therefore agreed on the following – it is not a matter for.