Could smell soapy hair and feel damp breaths against his neck. He could hear soft breathing, see twitching-dream fingers. Could feel hot, tender flesh...beneath his eager fingertips. Jasper had always been such a weird, dark little shit. Jasper still found himself waking at the twelve chimes of the hallway grandfather clock. Hed forget the betrayal, and his feet would take him through the house, up the stairs, and to the door he was once welcome to enter. It wasnt until his hand wrapped around. When we had finished I took a piece of toilet paper and wiped the tip of his, now relaxed, cock. Leaning forward I took him into my mouth and lovingly sucked him back to hardness.Master pulled his renewed erection from my mouth and reached for me. I wiped myself, flushed the toilet, and took his hand. He guided me back to bed. Crawling between the sheets we settled on our sides, facing each other. Master covered us and we began to cuddle and kiss. I reached between us and lovingly stroked his. Instead of going out for a quick bite to eat, she had the driver hurry to the hotel. Room service would be a better choice, she thought.She was preoccupied as she checked in. Once she was finally inside her room, she tried to settle in. As hard as she tried to focus on anything else, she found her thoughts turning back to the same thing. Him. She stared blankly at the menu for several minutes before concluding that if she did not do something about the nagging need that was growing stronger. It was common down in Maryland, but not here in New York.“Five years,” the auctioneer cried, “shoot, she can make a hundred a year on her back. What’ll y’bid?”“A hundred Continental,” one man yelled. “Two hundred paper,” said another, and so it went in various currencies until I felt the slave I had bought pulling on my sleeve.“She’s a good girl, that ‘un,” the woman said. “I talked to her some las’ night.”The bid was at twelve hundred Continental so when I said, “Twenty, silver,” things got.