I felt his hand on my breasts; I saw they were well manicured and soft, as he fondled each breast, cupping them as if weighing them in his hand, then ...eleasing them. He reached further down, and rubbed my wet pussy, letting his fingers slip into my hole. He put his hand out to the two girls, and they eagerly licked my juices from them, giggling they both cooed sweetly to him about the wonderful taste of me.His ran his hands thru my hair, feeling its smooth texture, leaning forward, he smelled. My pleasure is my torture as I squirm against the tongue, trying to force its attention to where I need it the most, but it evades, continuing to deny me its ministrations.I moan, "Please." My Master's lips come together, enveloping my clitoris in their warmth, suckling me ever so gently. For a moment, I can't breathe as a welcome blush spreads over my body from my inner depths outward to my skin, delivering goosebumps in its wake.My Master lightly chews my clit with his lips. He knows me, he. We’re adults damn it. “Did you just turn on the a/c?” I ask as I reach into the fridge, noticing for the first time the humming through the house. “Yeah just barely. I just got home from fixing that fucking compressor,” he replies and I turn to him and shut the door. “Just now? It’s almost 1:30,” I say as I turn by the island again to hide my bottom half. “Tell me about it. I didn’t get the part I needed until late,” he says unhappily, but his eyes don’t leave me once. “I'm sorry. At least. His attack upon me had obviously happened to allow him to assert some form of control over me again but his lack of a climax had let him down and I gained some strength from that knowing, instinctively, that his manhood had felt threatened by his brief sojourn in my body.I wondered if he would be so keen to use the platform together ? He might have been nervous if at that moment he had seen the slight smile on my face.Daniel Kerslake, April 16th 2011I may be an arrogant bastard but I felt very.