I also want you to use both hands, counter rotating them around my shaft after you add a significant amount of your own saliva as lubrication. It's al... right to spit or dribble your saliva over me, but make an erotic production of it. Look up at me frequently." She tried, and I could feel and hear her gag reflex. I whispered, "As I near the back of your throat, swallow and thrust me in simultaneously. You won't gag; you'll be swallowing. Don't make a big deal out of it in your head."Sam tried. I always teased her and said she should go topless at the local nude beach at the Jersey shore she laughed and said yeah right most I would do is sun bath topless. This lunchtime ritual continued through out the summer and she was getting a nice golden brown tan and her big 38DD melons looked better than ever. So she told me that more than once she felt like someone was watching her. I told her it was her imagination, One morning she was running late and forgot her bikini on the counter at home. But we needed a plan, and the plan that could make us rule big time.And, like destiny wished to conspire for us, the situation presented itself at the most unlikely way… by the way of a major thunderstorm at an airport we were in the Midwest.That storm got us stuck in the airport for a long time and the plane I was supposed to work with the girls was halted for hours. As destiny played with us, Hank was one of the passengers, being with family in the Midwest and going to New York for business. Sir’s face lit up with a smile. ‘Of course. Did you enjoy your breakfast, slave?’ he replied.Slave. That was a new word to me. I never had thought it could be used as a name.‘Yes, I did. Thank you. It was quite delicious.’‘Excellent. Now, I called the lounge. I told them you work for me now. Your apartment has been cleaned out, and all your things are in a storage unit. Your clothes are all in the closet of your room, plus some new outfits I have provided for you. You won’t be paid, but you.