Given this rich both conscious and intuitive data base, Ed surmised what his next move should be. He led his new slave back into her bedroom after grabbing a fluffy mauve Egyptian cotton bath sheet from the bathroom, and bade her stand still while he stripped the bed down to its satin fitted sheet. Then her carefully placed the bath sheet down in the center of the California king sized counterpane, explaining drolly: “I expect my juicy little slave’s p***y is going to continue to express its enthusiasm for our activities as it has for the past several hours, so we might as well be prepared to catch the drips... After all, we wouldn’t want her to have to contend with avoiding the wet spots if ever we are able to slake her thirst for these activities enough for her to want to sleep in this b
