"Ohh, fuck! Oh God, Master!" she screamed, as once again she exploded, her pussy juices pouring out of her like emptying a bucket. She laid her head b...ck, not caring anymore who was watching or what was going on around her, totally engrossed in her own selfish need. Her Master once again artfully prolonged the orgasms intensity until she could hardly breathe before letting her finish. Chelsea hung by her wrists now, her legs unable to support her any longer. She was totally and completely. I thought about what he’d said as I made him a drink and as we sat on the sofa I leaned across to him and said “I can help you out” as I put my hand on his knee, he looked surprised as he said “You sure”, smiling at him I said “Yes but our secret”.As he nodded my hand was rubbing the inside of his thigh through his jeans, he turned to face me and looked me straight in the eye, closing his eyes he moved closer and gently kissed my lips, as I turned his face I kissed him “No tongues” I. .marry rich.” “Ha...ha...” he replied sarcastically, “That's definitely not you.” “You know me so well,” she said. She thought about it for a moment then confessed, “If I had the guts, I'd open up my own little boutique shop.” “ Yeah? What would you sell?” “Plants. Flowers. It'd be a flower shop,” she said. “Oh yeah, there's a money making venture,” he joked. “Hey, don't go around knocking down other people's dreams, okay?” she said, slapping his arm. “Alright. My apologies,” he chuckled..
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