Thank God, my trailer was at least straightened up. Most days she would have come into a disaster. On Saturday mornings I usually try and straighten i... up because I often have company come over after a night out on Saturdays. I was proud of myself, clean sheets and all. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she said no. She came up and kissed me. ‘I want to have sex with you, that’s why I’m here.’ We kissed some more and headed for the bedroom. She slipped off her wrap and unclasped. Just enough to keep coaxing my shaft further and further into hertunnel. Slowly, steadily, I felt myself nudging inside this treat shehad given to me.My fingers were getting coated with the release of her own pleasures asmy trek into her virgin tightness went on. It was obvious she wasnearing orgasm so I increased the tempo of my fingers teasing her clitas my strokes back and forth in her ass continued. Her body was tensing,firming it even more than it was naturally. Back and forth. Back. Master rightly expects perfection from a fuck slave like me.I have lived with my Master for three years, I think, well, as far as I can tell from the calendars I sneak peeks at when I can. I think I am about 20 years old, and I think my name is Jonathan but I'm not sure really because Master doesn't think slaves should have names and he and everyone else call me the slut. Sluts are for service anyway and I am lucky my Master purchased me and takes care of me. I am good for nothing else, have no. It would only be a few minutes I thought and I started counting all the things to do before the door clicked closed in my room and we were alone. We held hands as we drove and at last we were there. I don't even remember the lobby, the elevator or walking down the hall. I do remember the door-click as we melted together crushing our loins together while being swollowed by his kiss. I embraced him with a week-long denied passion as we kissed deeply, boring into each other with tongues.