An initiation of capitulation: "How may I serve you, Mistress?"And then, one day, a response that gave me pause."Take off my shoes, my feet are aching... I'd like you to give me a massage." Yes, Mistress," I replied dutifully. I didn't hesitate, not for a single second. Even though some distant relic of my former self screamed out in muted anguish at what she was having me do, I didn't resist. I simply obeyed.I squatted down before her, on heels too high for practical work, and took her slender. "No, I don't mind, but you really didn't have to do this. How did you do this in so short a time?" "I know I didn't _have_ to," she said, "I _wanted_ to. And it goes pretty fast when you tackle only one thing at a time." I noticed a bit of dog fur on the carpet. "What, you didn't vacuum?" I joked, adding a big smile so Carly would know I was joking. She giggled. "I couldn't find it," she said. I sat down on the other end of the couch. It seemed as though Carly was going to ignore her. Don’t even try to do what you want to do once you close the door. Not here, ok. I will make it hurt if you try. It isn’t safe here. The wrong people are already trying to find you in the hospital.”The nurse came out around the curtain, saw the girl’s gown on the floor, and asked, “Where is Chloe?”A long, loud fart, followed by Chloe yelling out in triumph, followed by more farts, answered that question. The last was very wet sounding.“I see I helped her get in there in just enough time,” I told. Sylvia gently but passionately sucked his spent cock, tasting his cum and her own, then licked and swirled her tongue on the tip, which was now beet red.He then collapsed beside her, his heart pounding as hers was, put his arm around her and kissed her deeply.They kissed some more, sweating and panting, the smell of cum filling the room.Sylvia ran her hand on his chest, feeling his still pounding heart.“Ohhhh my goddddd baby, that was great!! Oh my god did you fuck me!! Wow, I’m still.