“Umphhh”, he heard as a single, thick wad of her cum blobbed on his tongue before she pushed him back. She smiled “OK”, he grinned “yes”,s...e moved her hand and he latched on her glans! She told him to stay on her glans and she would slowly surge cum inside his mouth, not to take her deep unless he wanted to get a belly full. For a minute, he held back as she pulsed cum then drove his face forward until her glans hit his throat. Patsy hissed “are you sure”, his head bobbed “yes”. Her cock surged. This is the essence of themaster/slave relationship. One surrenders control, one exercises it.Her languid acceptance, even belief that I was spoiling her by makingher a slave would form the basis for ever more control. Her naturewas as I had thought, now my problem was to lead her to understand itas well. Finally she began to stir. "I can't lay like this all night. We need to get ready forbed. Are you going to sleep in your pantyhose as well?" she asked. "No, I'm in no hurry. But if you. Kate went and got a coffee to wait for Pete. Half an hour later Pete walked in, like he hadn't a care in the world. They huged and sat down and ordered two coffees and sat in a quite corner to talk."I must say your email took the wind out of my sails Pete. I was shocked reading it. I not too sure why. Because you found Mary in bed with her coussin or because you were turned on by it. How dose that work, do tell"."Oh Kate I really cant say. This feeling just came over me and I was totally turned. Megan turned around and Martin quickly averted his eyes, but she could tell he had been checking her out, and she knew that she really wanted him to.An hour later, they were sitting at the table, eating an excellent meal. Martin did the dishes, telling Megan to go sit down after she offered to help for the 4th time. He told her since she made dinner, he would clean up. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and finished it up by watching the news, learning that the snow should stop.