The Matron brushed the hair from her face and kissed her. Her voice was silky and soft. “I’m not going to harm you.” Celia looked up at her mistress through her tears. “I paid a lot of money for you. You have nothing to fear.”
Her mistress’ demeanor and warmth calmed Celia. She felt the c**k settle between her thighs. Her fear eased as she gazed up into her Matron’s face. She felt her mistress’ hand playing over her breasts, teasing her n*****s until they were painfully erect. Awash in exquisite tenderness, tremors of delight flowed from her n*****s deep into her breasts. She had no idea a woman’s touch could excite her like this. Her Matron spoke in a husky whisper as she ran her hand over Celia’s belly and then down to her pliant s*x.
“You have incredibly large, lovely breasts, Celia.
