Jack saying,“I’d never really noticed before Emily, but you really are quite beautiful.”“My tits are too small for most men.” I replied, “...ut I am really happy with the size that they are”.“No they aren’t too small, they’re just right for the size of the rest of your body.”The Oliver arrived and said,“Good, you remembered to get naked when you got home. You didn’t have to remind her did you Jack.”“No, she was like that when I arrived.”“Maybe we should have a set punishment for her forgetting to. We'vehooked up drunk or sober almost every night for the last month. Butwhenever I try to talk to her it's like talking to a brick wall." Have you ever tried to just ask her if she sees it going anywhere?" Well... not yet. We never get to that point in a conversation, becauseconversations barely actually happen." Then why would you even be interested in her?" There have been a few conversations, I don't know what it is about thesituation, but she is just so much more comfortable. I don't know. But the real pleasure for him, I was sure, was the certain knowledge that he had trained me not just to accept this treatment, but to desire it. He new full well that as a result of the careful work he had put into training me that while a part of me still recoiled from the humiliations he was making me endure, the slave part, the main part of me now was focused on just one thing... the chance to have Masters cock in my mouth. My helpless situation and total surrender as he teased me had. They didn't hear me, besides I could tell they were wasted, so I hid in the shadows. I don't think that they had had sex yet, by the way they were acting and talking. I heard some kissing and soft moans, and peeked around the corner. There I saw Lisa sprawled out on our sofa with her date Mark's face buried between her thighs. Her pale white legs were propped up over Mark's muscular shoulders. There was just enough light to see him darting three fingers in and out of Lisa's dripping wet snatch.