"You know, the world won't end if you wear your Fetish."Anger flared through me, but I kept it in check and it died just as quickly. I don't know why ... was angry. It could have been with her and her persistence regarding my situation, but I knew that wasn't the case. I was angry with myself. I was angry because I couldn't think of a better solution.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then I pulled the Fetish out and slipped it on before I changed my mind. Of course, I could always take. Unfortunately Friday morning arrived and Hope had to leave for Chicago. Before she left, she said something to Faith, then led me to the bedroom where she gave me one of the most tender, sensual fucks I had ever had and she left for Chicago with a fresh load of my cum in her pussy. She invited us to visit, or just me if Faith couldn’t get away, whenever we could. She would try to make it back home as often as possible.Faith stayed with me for the better part of three years, until she found. Then I take a shower, eat and go outside. By the time I am in the back yard, it is 10:30. Faith has been kneeling for a half-hour, but she knows not to complain. All she says is, “Good morning, Master.”I put my OJ on the patio table and take a seat before instructing, “Come here and keep my cock warm.”By now, Faith has had plenty of instruction from my girls and knows how to deepthroat while breathing through her nose. Upon my command, she crawls like the bitch she is.She fishes my cock out of. The warm, inviting pink of her tunnel that seemed to be beckoning me closer. My hand moved to touch the secret folds now open to me.I traced the outer lips of her pussy with my fingers slippery from her own juices. Her moans encouraged me on as I explored. Running my fingers from the top of her pussy down to linger at the opening of that beautiful pink tunnel. Her skin was glistening as I smeared her own juices over her. Unable to take my inadvertent teasing any longer, she grabbed my wrist and.