This is decidedly not a good time for anything you might have to say.”“Oh.” Max looked around. “Are you planning on taking a break for dinner ...ny time soon? I thought we could go out.”“Again no.” said Simon. “I’m planning on working until I hammer this pile of questionable datapoints and marketing bullshit into something resembling the truth. That might take some time.”“Oh.” Max persisted. “Uh, can you come find me when you’re done? I need your advice on something.”Simon paused. Max asked his. I pushed in more and he arched his back and groaned as I went in a little further. "Are you ok," I asked and he shook his head yes and grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me in more. I was almost all of the way in when he thrust his ass up and buried me inside of him. He made circles with his ass and began working his ass up and down on my cock. I wasn't moving, just on all fours above him as he worked my cock with his ass, first up and down and then in circles .Then he grabbed me around my. " Two minutes later, Susie had put on her sweats and wandered out to the car, where I was busy backing off throttle-stops then resetting them. Despite wearing a baggy pair of sweatpants and top, Susie still managed to look positively radiant. Perhaps it was the two little bumps protruding into her top, or the way she bent over close to me to see what I was doing. I glanced sideways as she pressed against my hips, and the sight of the gentle swell of her breasts as her loose top fell away did. Some think a 'good slave' will push herself to enjoy anything a Master tells her to do, and she should... but only if You tell her to. You explained it once to me; You own me, everything i feel, and -whether i like or dislike something- You own that feeling to, and it is Your right to know what that feeling is. It is also Your right to decide if You wish to keep doing what i don't like, to persist in Your pleasure regardless of what Your property wants, or to re-work my mind so that i do like.