It twitched and began to swell slightly as she fondled it.“Sure I was,” he replied with a smile. “You had me edging for ages.”“Dirty boy,”... purred Emily. “Does that mean you’ve not come yet?”“Not since this morning.”Teasing, Emily let go of his penis. “Well, you can wait a little longer,” she said. She turned to Andrew.“What do you think, hun?” she asked with a cheeky grin. “Do you think he’s got a nice dick?”Andrew smiled cautiously. While he already knew Emily wasn’t exactly pure as the driven. Work, hers, and myprospects in that weren't one of the subjects we covered."Uh oh." she looked at her watch and shook her head. "If I don't getyou back inside pretty soon the hospital staff is going to send out asearch party and accuse me of kidnapping you." I can think of worse things that could happen to me," I answered,slowly standing up and working the kinks out of my back and legs. "Iwouldn't fight a kidnapper like you at all." Oh?" With one of her infectious grins, Naomi offered me. Her hand was in control, beckoning that he spurt. Here it was. He could feel it, and that he was coming! Here it was. His orgasm! It was coming! And yet, suddenly, her fist stopped in mid stroke and although she was holding his dick, it was too firm, too strong, too calculating, and she'd ceased her movement and very deliberately she was starving him of stimulus and encouragement, nailing the lid on his pleasure.Then she kissed him, and it was a long, lingering passionate kiss; a kiss of hunger. She really was a slavegirl!!She thought back to the branding. Yes it was painful. Yes it was traumatic. But Quanesha was right. The pain was only for a short time. And now she understood something of the pain that her racist ancestors had inflicted upon Black slaves. And she felt truly owned!! Only animals and slaves were branded!! She was a slave!!. She was property!! She belonged to Daddy!!. She felt so proud and her pussy started dripping.She briefly thought about her parents. She knew that.