I clenched my fist around his wood and as I gently tugged him he sighed, a couple more pulls and he was moving his hips in time with my rhythmic jerki...g.I bent forward and in pulling back his foreskin licked his helmet he groaned louder and his hand wandered onto the back of my head as he tried to push my face downwards. I built up speed and wanked him faster but not too fast just a nice respectful pace, as I licked him also. I could tell by his breathing he was close to orgasm so I slowed down. Except for lesbians, of course and the thought made you smile. Yes, lesbians were an exception; you pondered that you'd rather like to see two women going down on one another. Maybe if you could find a second slave, then she and Mrs Dougherty could fulfil that particular fantasy for you?Arriving at the house, you rang the bell and the door opened with satisfying rapidity. Using the door to shelter behind as much as she could stood your slave, now dressed in a maids costume that was a size or so. Before i could recover, i felt my knees parted, and saw his pants drop, revealing a 9" hairy dick that would make a horse proud. i had no time to protest. i felt his dickhead at my lips, and next moment it was deep in me. it felt like i was being ripped, but something stopped me from fighting. instead, i moved my hips to take more of him. seeing my response, he grabbed my hips and pulled me in, making our bodies collide. "unghhhh" i moaned as he began pumping. my hole naturally became wet, and. She knew she wanted sex at some point but told herself it would come in time. Finally, a month later, it happened, and they weren’t even at home. He’d taken her on a small weekend cruise, alone, and surprised her with something unexpected. “I want you to know something, Shelly. I’ve thought about this and,” and he went on to tell her a couple other things. “But,” and he finally got down on one knee. She could not believe it. “will you marry me? Will you be my wife? I promise, to god, I will.