One night, she said, bowing her head. He had on a pair of white cutoffs, with an incredibly big bulge behind the zipper. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. She left the car and walked toward the fenced area where the large pool was. It whirred slowly as she rode it to the roof. The walls of her channel were incredibly soft and the well of her arousal streamed along my tongue and soaked my face. A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. And then, with a mind-destroying suddenness, they leap to life inside her, trembling madly. It was getting dark, and to my surprise the lights were on in the room.