God! they were huge! And perfect! Her waist was so tiny I wondered how she supported her upper body. It was as though I was seeing her for the first t...me, though the last time I saw her was eight months before when she came back for wedding of her close girlfriend. Needless to say, she was beautiful. I was in amazement, (and a little embarrassed that I was getting a hard-on looking at my own sister, but I couldn't help it). When she hugged me and wrapped her arms around me, and pressed those. “No, not really,” I said again. “Can you come down for the funeral?” “When is it?” “Well, it’s not until Friday, from what I’ve heard,” Mark said. “I’ve got a bunch of office hours appointments with some of my undergraduate students, and I can’t break away from them.” It was true, but it sounded pretty lame, even to me. “I’ll see if I can get one of my teaching assistants to cover for me next week. Is it okay if I stay at your place?” “Hey, doesn’t the university pay you history weenies enough. "Fine," Dililah replied. "What's wrong," Liz asked. "Is Anthony a good lover," Dililah asked her. "I don't have anyone to compare him to but, in my opinion and the other's as well, yes," Liz answered. "Does he normally just lay there, then when you climax roll you off of him and leave? I don't think he even climaxed himself before he left," Dililah said. Liz looked at her baffled, that didn't sound anything like Anthony when he made love to her or the others. "Did he say anything to you," Liz. I always imagine the clients as my Master fucking me. Plus it gives me a break from my typical duties in my apartment waiting for his e-mails to command me. But it's forbidden taboo, I know I should never feel his cock inside me. He said that was cheating on his wife or his mistress if he had sex with me, my lot in life is to be cummed on, not cummed in. I always would like to know how it felt to have his 10 in cock inside me, but I knew it will never be. I'm only given to clients that he can.