While Faye carefully listened, I would readfrom my romance novels as she tutored and requested changes in thepitch, dynamic range, enunciation, and fi...ally, body language. When wewatched our girly TV shows, she would often pause it, and make meemulate what I saw on screen. My hatred of all this soon morphed intocareful subservience so I could get to my one joy at the end of eachday, which was sleeping. I liked to sleep a lot.Seeing as my twenty-third birthday came and went by completely. After a few gulps of her nectar, I let it go from my mouth, falling to her tummy with a little slap.again, a wince, a startle. Without words, I walked away from her, and walked to one of my specialized areas, a custom exam table. I looks like a massage table, but in addition to the cut out for the face, it has two holes for other...appendages. I retrieved some additional items from my bench with which to fasten her securely to the table. I walked back over and unhooked her wrists cuffs from. I was now on my back in my bodysuit with my long brown hair and my high heels on, my lips covered in gloss and my hairless body shining against the warm glow of the sun setting outside. Marcus slid one hand underneath my ass and began to kiss and lick around my balls before sliding his long tongue inside of my asshole, my body flushed with warmth as i squirmed in pleasure. I began to bite my nails as i moaned louder and felt my hole opening up and being covered with his warm saliva. his thick. Yeah. That’s all.Monday evening, Rachel didn’t get back until after dinner. She was exhausted, having driven to South Bend, Lafayette, and Kokomo to make her presentations. In the morning, she had an appointment back at Mad Anthony with Principal Rice before she’d leave for the airport. I warmed her dinner and sat with her, given a small amount of privacy with the love of my life. After she’d eaten and we cleaned up the dishes, I took her to the shower and washed her tenderly before giving her.