Her navel was deep and was clearly visible in the saree she was wearing. It was a yellow color saree with a golden blouse. The blouse had a thread at ...the back which was holding it from the back and was showing her nice clean soft back which was so milky I just wanted to touch it and rub my hands all over it. In the front the blouse was deep cut and showed a bit of her cleavage, and when she bent she had every guy looking at her boobs which were a heaven sight. I just wanted to hold them in my. ”No, it wasn't. “Master saved me from the cruel warleader who owned me. He killed him and claimed me.”“I told her she was free,” Sven added. “She didn't listen.”I giggled. “It was so foolish of you to try and free me, Master. I'm a lamia. We are all slaves. So you see, Princess Ava, he's my Master. I love him and Kora.”“See,” Sven said. “No helping it. She just won't obey this one command I gave her to be free. She followed us back to our camp.”“And you fucked her brains out instead of telling. Let’s say six o’clock?’ ‘Six it is. I’ll see you then.’ Promptly at six o’clock on an early August Thursday evening, I rang the Lee’s doorbell. ‘Come in, Tory,’ Walter greeted me. ‘I’m looking forward to this,’ I said as Margaret joined us. ‘A bachelor doesn’t get that many opportunities for a home-cooked meal.’ ‘It’s the least we could do for you coming out after-hours,’ he said. We each had a glass of wine and sat at the new kitchen island counter while Margaret continued with the dinner. Michael works the cock in his mouth, taking as much as he can. He's gotten better as a cocksucker since becoming a slave, though his Goddess assures him daily that he'll never be good enough. As the cock finally cums down his waiting throat, he hungrily slurps down every drop. His Goddess had taught him that cum from a blowjob should never be wasted, only swallowed.When the cock finally goes soft and pulls out of his mouth, Michael adds another tick mark to his diary. Every night he works he.