Slowly, wearily, I unlaced them. There was no rush, for I knew that at the end of it all he's shove his cock inside me and try to cum. Not that he eve... did, because the alcohol drained the lead out of his pencil. Nor did he ever, never ever, make any effort to get me off. Apparently, it was not the manly thing to do among his drinking buddies, worrying about 'her' orgasm.His socks were amazingly dry, and they wound up stuffed inside the shoes and pushed under the bed. I stood up to open his. I prepped as usual, several enemas, shaved, showered. Got my bag of toys ready in the living room. I got “dressed” as I was told, knelt on the rice and waited. It was very uncomfortable, but that was the intent.He was a little late which I noticed because of the pain in my knees. He entered, inspected me as usual, pulled and twisted the nipple clamps. After removing the blindfold He spanked me with a paddle that He brought with Him, had me suck His cock. He didn't milk my prostrate as He had. OH Fuck she said as I pushed my cock that little bit further than I should, slowly withdrawing my stiff fat cock until I could feel the knob end start to leave her cunt I pushed it back in and started a rhythm which she rode moving her ass in time with the strokes filling her cunt. I could feel my low hanging bollocks slap against her arse, her slimy cunt juice making everything wet and slippery between her legs. The bitch held me close as I pushed and half withdrew, pushed, and half withdrew. “I ... I care for him greatly.”“I know you do, child,” Morane said with a soft smile.“Not in a romantic way,” Liala interrupted.“If you say so,” Morane replied. “It matters not in which manner you speak of love. We all love him in our own way. He loves us just as much. It is his curse that he can never seem to find a way to show us how much he cares about those closest to him. His love for the faceless masses is evident. Every action he takes is to show his love for the people. It is for those.