Her hair was long and blonde, wavy with a bounce to it, like seemingly everything else about her. Her skirt, compared to the rest of her outfit, was surprisingly modest ending part way down her thighs. You left when you had no more money to bet with. As she pressed down, taking his cock into her throat her finger pressed up into his hole, the ring tight and slick around her probing finger, letting it slowly sink into the welcoming heat of her new lover. He’d never before met a happy slave. Terror, anxiety, shame. As long as the house belongs to you, as do I. He wasn’t sure what to expect from her, given the old man’s lusts for attractive and youthful women and his aversion to this one, the mental picture Luke had formed was one of an ancient, decrepit and bitter live in maid, but that didn’t fit with what he was listening to. Luke landed with the pillowy softness of the couch beneath him, and the impressive softness of Lucille’s breasts on top, the two of them bursting into laughter as, for a moment they tried to untangle themselves from one another, but instead lay settled, laughing and hugging, her head by his, her warm breath against his cheek as she nuzzled him, the both of them just
