I'm good with a logical progression of ideas. But I came prepared with a business solution. Actually it was an excuse to get laid, but it sounded kind...of like a business solution. I told him that we should do something to alleviate his gallant reaction. Two casual business associates do not generally sit around talking about one of the associate's constant state of arousal and how to address that arousal. I could tell that he was shocked by my proposal, but desperate. He agreed. I knew that I. I’d completely forgotten about having to take another load of his cum into my body. But it all made sense when I heard Charlie’s low, rumbling voice moaning, his finger poking and prodding deep within my bowels, “My cock is gonna love your tight fucking hole, boy.” Like I was hit by another thunderbolt. I understood. And it scared me silly. I felt his fingers slide out of me, heard Charlie spit a couple times, then felt him poke inside me again. It didn’t feel too bad, however that. He looked down at my naked body and my eyes followed his. The cum that drenched me all over was so profuse and layered so thick that even the cold night air was not drying it. I could still make out the words that Master had written on my body earlier. ‘cum slut’ emblazoned in red across my breasts, still visible beneath the gooey cum. The words ‘Bitch’ and ‘Whore’ equally visible on each thigh. The smell of sperm was overwhelming in my nostrils and the taste in my mouth was acrid. My stomach. Jones grunted and moaned, matching my own excitement. I moaned so loudly that I was sure Mr. Jones' neighbors heard me. Mr. Jones, fucking me really hard, said excitedly, "You're such a good little whore! I love this tight young pussy of yours! You should be our little slut any time we say. You're such a good fuck!" Yes, Mr. Jones. I know. I'm such a fucking slut! Fuck this little slut's pussy! Teach me a lesson! I need disciplined with that big cock of yours! Fuck me! Fuck me good!" Mmmmmm.....