..." Then he looked straight at me, wiggled the finder that was inside my quivering pussy and said “Should we have a look at the desert menu?" I'm f...ine, totally full.” I stammered in a hoarse whisper.After my heart had started beating again, we got up and left the restaurant, nothing more needed to be said, we just got straight into the lift, and headed for the room I had already checked us into. We entered the room and just fell into each others arms.After what had been almost 12 hours of. She, too, was sweating badly. The whole bedsheet was wet from our sweat, but that was great. I always dreamt of fucking like this, and now I was doing so.Meanwhile, Madhavi had already submitted to me, and only the cum would end the session. I licked her sweaty armpits. Yum, even her odor was arousing, her back, her sweaty thighs.Then while stroking her in the doggy style, suddenly I too cum in her. Oh, the whole material in my testicles just oozed out in her vagina. I had fucked her enough to. Slaves were meant to be impassive and unassuming until directed. Cat’s unique training from Goran was to appear to be a model slave in every way so she could be an unnoticed and vigilant set of eyes for him.“You requested this meeting, Santini. If you think me soft, have your men touch their swords.”Cat tensed and positioned herself near his side to quickly reach across his body if he stood to grasp his dagger. She became very aware that her stronger body and very low body fat might flash her. It’s going to pull the rug from your feet, and when you think it won’t get any worse, it will kick you while you’re down.” I looked up at my mother’s big brown eyes. Her next words were softer. “Nothing is fair, and the world owes you nothing. But if you try hard enough, if you look hard enough… you can’t imagine the beauty you’ll find.”I stare at the cutlery, my mother’s words replacing the faint music in the air, the ramble of the person across from me. I was fifteen and on the verge of.