I took a deep breath and plunged my mouth over his cock again, this time not stopping until my lips were resting against his body and the head of his ...ock was buried in my throat. Master’s hands weaved into my hair but did not yet press down on my head.I worked my mouth on him, squeezing him in my cheeks and massaging the shaft with my tongue. His hard cock throbbed in my throat. I snaked my tongue out and down straining to get to his balls. Unable to reach, I gently cupped them in my hand and. To mysurprise he answered that he could not send me to Al-Mansur because he wouldprobably kill me and he could not tell me to do that. The ball of ice meltedinstantly as I basked in his love. However, I knew my place and what had to bedone. I convinced Paul to send me to him, but to ask for 2 weeks delay beforedelivery. Al-Mansur agreed gladly, understanding that Paul did not expect me tosurvive and thinking that he wanted a last fling with his slave girl. I had a different reason for the. A bit about me, I have an athletic build, short hair and a nice trimmed 6.5 inch uncut cock and had come out of a long term relationship 8 years ago. At that time I had always considered myself straight and had no attraction to men, the difference now is that while I don't have an attraction to men, I am attracted to a nice cock and open minded enough to have realised that pleasure can be given and received by both sexes. I think lots of guys feel the same but we are not in a liberated society. While waiting, Brandon hears a car getting louder from far away getting close to his direction. He spots the car and notices that it isn't slowling down and is going to hit the Old lady if it doesn't slow down. The Car is speeding up like if they doesn't see the Old Lady.Knowing how close the car is getting, Brandon quickly runs straight to the old lady and grabs her and himself safely right after the car passed the crosswalk. Brandon moves so fast that when he stops he can't balance himself so.