Impulsively, before Mary before she had time to think about it, shepursed her lips at the kid in impish reply. That kind of behavior wasunheard of in...NYC. All her life, she'd cultivated a talent for beingoverlooked, a comfortable invisibility. Single woman in the big citynever made eye contact with strangers and certainly never flirted withyoung teenagers. Just a few days back in the Midwest had altered herperception of other people. Eye to eye contact was not only polite butexpected. But. "Then beg me correctly!" he growls, squeezing my cock firmly within his fist."Master... Owner... May your slut cum, please? I beg you!" Now, you may," he smiles smugly.With a tug, Master brings me onto my knees upright with his hand slipped under my collar, and holds me to him. The vibration within my cock ceases, and it's removed with a popping sensation. As waves of cramps grip me uncomfortably, hampering my release, my Master attempts to distract me from the pain by kissing me passionately.. But the fingers between my legs are causing me to think about more and more inappropriate things that could be written on that note. I feel my juices run down my pussy to my cute little anus. What is on that note? What had he written? Was it about me, was it?Maybe he had described the way I embrace his fingers with my pussy. “What do you think I wrote?”“I don't have a clue. My mind is racing.” I feel a quick sting in my tummy. That little cold and heartstopping sting you get when you think. One hand rubbed my clit, his deflating penis still inside me as he brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. I finally erupted with my legs wrapped around him, and even my arms came down to hold him tight."I love you," I whispered in his ear as I came down off my high. He rolled off me - and out of me - and I rolled onto my side, cuddling close to this muscular man that I didn't ever want to let go of again.I awoke hours later. It was morning. Tochukwu had gotten up and was using the.