"Then she winked and reached out her arms. Ken gave her a very adult kiss full on the lips.In moments, champagne was brought to the table for Tom and ...obbie while the children drank ginger ale. For Tom it was an utterly incredible experience to be with two very young children who acted so adult. When Bobbie realized that they would not see menus — the luncheon had obviously been prearranged — Ken told her diffidently that Mrs. Carlson was doing the cooking for them. Since she was possibly the. A fact thrown into sharp relief by the crackling, popping flames. "Shall I stop?" he asks softly. "Whatever you desire, my master." you reply in the same muted tone, but the glistening dew of your arousal gives you away, this time. "Whatever I desire?" he asks, smiling, pressing a light kiss to the back of your thigh as he lightly traces his middle finger up and down your slit, finding you hot and slick for him. "What about you, my girl? What do you desire?" "M...master..." you. I licked his balls. He spread his legs and told me to suck them. I took one in my mouth and then the other.He then turned around, leaned against the wall and spread his legs. "I'm all sweaty between my buttocks. Pull my cheeks apart and lick me clean. Make sure you do a really good job on my arsehole." My spirit was broken. I parted his cheeks and placed my face between them. I nervously began licking. The taste of sweat was turning my stomach. I avoided his arsehole until he ordered me to. Sometimes it would be apparent that the loaf would just never be right for his palette, so he would let it go, to be finished by another baker with different tastes than he.The contrivance to which he had agreed was a bypass of the traditional process. It was like buying a loaf of store-bought bread. It was ready to eat but with an unknown taste. He told himself to be happy that the work had been done for him. It was unsatisfying, however, and bread is always best fresh and warm from the oven,.