Both of Julien’s hands were now grabbing Kristina’s ass, moving along as she accelerated the pace in a squat position. Kristina had rarely been wi...h a man whose penis fit her vagina so well, filling it but not overstretching it, and she couldn’t have enough of it. As she was going up and down on his cock, Julien was transfixed by the sight of her pussy lips sliding over his shaft, of the vaginal opening being stretched by his cock as it pulled out when she went upward, of the whole length of it. Accepting what he decides will be the hardest part of our total power exchange relationship, but as my Master's hand starts to stroke my hair gently, a blissful feeling comes over me. I can please him just by doing what he asks of me.I hear the noise of someone else entering the kitchen, but I continue to devour my food, licking up what I've spilt over the edge of my plate. The stool beside me is dragged out, and polished, black, cap-toe oxford shoes appear in front of me. I stop eating and sit. I didn't bother to go to the ceremony. I was able to work one more month, and then I had to quit to prepare for my baby."Bessie could work very little by then and we lived by taking money out of her pension funds until I could get back to work. We paid a few bucks to neighbors to come over and do what was needed to physically care for little Tess in the big things like baths. Bessie could change her and feed and burp her while using her walker. Anything she couldn't handle, she would call Marge. “And I have to tell you that I’m very jealous. She told me that you spent one weekend together and that she stopped counting her orgasms at 24. I almost fell out of my chair. I’m lucky to get three out of my boyfriend in one week, let alone one weekend.” This revelation had Mitch a little embarrassed. The story was true. One weekend about a month ago they had come to his house after work and didn’t stop fucking until late Sunday afternoon when Bre had to go home to get ready for work on Monday..