As I turned onto the road, I suddenly realised that it was Kathleen, the stuck up little bitch from college standing there. Don’t ask me why. I don�...�t know why we do those kinds of things. But roughhouse that I am, I couldn’t leave her out in the sticks on her own. So without really thinking about it, I turned back into the car park and drove over to where Kathy was standing. ‘Do you by any chance need a lift home, Kathleen?’ I asked. Of course she had no idea who the hell I was, as she couldn’t. Her heart was pounding and lungs screaming for air as she fought to not lose consciousness! The three were now racing one another, pounding her existence and her mind into oblivion! She was certain she was going to die!But at that precise moment she felt the hot jet of elf semen fill her mouth and go down her throat, up into her nose, over her chin! It was not salty, rather it had almost a cocoa flavor, as if their nuts were akin to those of the cocoa plant and the pounding of them into her had. She was willing to commit to our relation enough to explain the rather peculiar sleeping arrangements to her children and she had even prepared them to accept me as their acting step-father. This did suggest a deeper emotional commitment than I had perceived, but then again these days my head was still pretty much up my ass.I didn't deserve the love of any of them, let alone all of them, but it was past time that their physical lovemaking was reserved for us and us alone.Before returning home. And he is everything I wish I could be. So I am always compelled to give my soul to him, gratefully. I want to become an extension of him. A puppet for him. Wouldn’t that make me infinitely better than what I was by myself? Before I began to narrate my religiosity, I collected my thoughts- Yes, Master. I am your slave. My only purpose is to give you pleasure. My every thought is dedicated to your service. I love your cock. I live to earn your cum. I am a cum slut and I need to be.