Every night, nightmares haunted me. I wanted more. James had become my drug. The sex toys left behind did me no good, they only frustrated me. I wante... my master back. — ‘Suck it like the slut I know you are,’ whispered that familiar voice. I looked up with a devious smile. It was my master, he’d come back to me! He unbuttoned his pants and his hard length flung out from the zipper, as if it had been dying for air all this time. I looked down hungrily and instinctively knelt. I wanted to taste. ‘Christ,’ he thought, ‘have I just found the person I can finally make love to in an unrestrained manner?’Gilbert was sick and tired of the past several years of frustration and torment. He had no control over his affliction and just wanted someone to share his life with.‘Please, dear Jesus,’ he thought, ‘let her be the one.’When they arrived at the farm there was a sustained hush as he pulled into the carport. Looking at her lustfully he then asked her to strip in the vehicle. Layla did as. To me, analingus is the most intimate of sexual acts -- a pleasure I only shared with very special lovers. Who better to receive this precious gift than the woman who had given birth to me, fed me from her breasts, soothed my tears, taught me to read, raised me to adulthood? As I rimmed her, my right hand slid up the inside of Mom's legs and between them, cupping her warm, wet vulva for a few heartbeats before I brought my fingers into play. There was rich nectar dripping from her flower, and I. The taste wasn't as bad as she'd feared and making a game of sex was something she'd never done.When he pushed down, she was ready to take it back in her mouth and as he announced, "TWO," she worked her tongue around the thing, making it bounce around in her mouth, playing with it, which would have seemed impossible even an hour ago.A distant part of her was shocked at the idea that she could enjoy one of those things in her mouth of all places. Again, as he began to move up, she sucked as hard.