Charlotte was lost to the feelings.  As soon as they started to weave through her, igniting, heating making her moan, she was lost.  Her hips slowly lifted towards his touch, her legs opening further, giving him access to the whole of her.  She felt every touch, she was so sensitive, so receptive.  She couldnt help it, the feelings just carried her away and she was a slave to them as they rushed her without a care.<br/><br/>Her breasts were heavy as he drove her slowly, patiently on towards orgasmic delight.  His words were like the breeze, blowing into her mind, she moaned again, "ooooh yes, more slave...I mean salve.." she moaned, wishing she was suddenly tied down, unable to move.  She wanted him to carry on, to make her so hot, fill her with need...