Now she just took care of the business part, painting in her spare time and listening to the cd he had left behind for her. There were only three song... on them. He had recorded them himself and had written them for her. I always wanted to be a muse, she thought, smiling to herself. But why did he go? Her question continued to go unanswered. An art competition was coming up, and she threw herself into her painting, not even allowing Jacob to see what it was of until she had entered it. She had. I hope this glorious morning findSir well rested." You do indeed, Moulham. I have never had a better nights sleep awayfrom home before. What ever was in the water you gave me has workedwonders. I am most thankful." Master will be pleased to hear. I will personally see to it that youare given a bottle of the water to drink upon your arrival home to aid inyour readjusting back to your time zone. If Sir is ready, I will seethat breakfast is brought to your room." Very good, Moulham, I shall. Afterwards, as Emma pushed me into the lift I got so embarrassed as I realised what I had just done. Karen saw my face and said,“The important thing is that you enjoyed it; right!”“I didn’t enjoy it (I lied). It was horrible and really humiliating.” I said.“Come on girl, your pussy tells me that you loved every seconds of it.” Karen said. “Besides, if you really didn’t like it you would have squeezed the vibe out right after I pushed it in.”I kept quiet as the 2 of them lifted me out of the. I was bouncing off her fleshy arse and as much as her mother had a great arse I honestly think that Nikki’s arse was as good if not better and her cries proved that she wasn’t adverse to a good arse fucking.Her body was shaking and I think the pain in her hamstring was a distant memory as the pleasures ran through her and I for one didn’t want this to end but such was her gyrating under me I knew the end was near even though her mother emptied my nuts only a few hours earlier. I upped the pace.