She looked down at his nakedness.And saw it.So that's what it looks like.To Charlene, it was as though she were looking at a disembodied penis. Her ey...s saw nothing else except his genitals. She stared at it, focused on it, examined it, took it in. His cock was long and limber and lean, just as she'd imagined. She'd half-hoped that he'd have a piss hard-on or an erection from a hot dream, but, she figured, her mother had probably drained him dry.I would have.She scrutinized his prick. It was. " "No wonder you look so tired." She reached up and stroked his cheek; he caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "It was worth it. At least I think it was." He led her over to the couch and they sat down. "Anyway, we can talk about that more later. The point is that you were my muse, and so I want you to read it first." "Me?" Emma stared at him, then at the box. "But Luke, I never helped you or anything. You asked me that one day and then . . . ." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter.. “Thank you master.” She said looking up at me lovingly.“Clean me up.” I snapped and instantly her tongue flew out and she started to lick the cum from my deflating cock before taking it all in her mouth and sucking on it with enough force for it to pop when I pulled it out of her mouth.“What are you?” I asked her.“I’m a dirty pain slut.” She replied instantly.“Who do you belong to?” I asked.“You, master.” She again replied instantly, “I’m your dirty little pain slut master.”“Yes you are.” I. Something happened to her, and she’s in an incapacitated state. To take advantage of someone in that state is ... it’s monstrous.”“But you want to, don’t you?”“No.”“No part of you wants to?”Silence.“Do you think you’d be happier if you fucked Marcie?”“That’s complicated.”“On average, do you think you’d be more or less happy if you fucked Marcie?”“More happy.”“Do you think Marcie would be more or less happy if you fucked her?”“More happy.”“Why?”“She seems happier when she’s...”Richard trailed.