I can’t help it. I feel the urge to orgasm so bad that I let out a gurgling moan of hot, massive pain, begging. “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck please Sir,...let me come! I need to. Oh Master please,” I scream, drawing out the last syllable. I can’t muster up any more words than that. I feel myself nearly lose it, waiting for His answer. I think, again, He is purposely holding back answering me, to drive me to the edge. “Come for me, pet! Make it a good one I want to feel it shake me to the core,” he. I continued to flick my tongue at her nipple while pinching the other with my right hand, snaking my other hand down to grope her ass. After a couple more minutes I sat up on my knees and began to pull down her panties, my cock now hard enough to cut glass. Her pussy was shaved bare like Mom’s (had they done it together? That was an interesting thought) and so I could see it in all its glory. Looking down into her eyes I decided to just cut to the chase and guided my cock between her waiting. While I'd occasionally catch him staring at meas I hid myself under my baggy clothes, he never did say anything aboutit to me. What we did talk about occasionally was whether the "Kenny &Warren Show" would continue during the new school year. Joe and I haddone some searching on the internet and we had found a couple of thesegay sites that looked like they might have some of Kenny and Warren'svideos on the sites. But all they showed were some grainy, low resolutionstill shots from the videos and. He thought it a sign that he should come inside. Wasn’t sure if he would be invited, but he had to try. There she was at that piano. She would rarely play it for anyone, it was a private lover in her life. He had heard her only a few times. An intimate concert one time a year ago, before they had exchanged hard words and not spoken for 3 months. He listened to her. Imagining her sitting there in one of her silk pajama suits she wore around the house. He was afraid to go in there, afraid she.