" Uh, you can call me Lena." she told him awkwardly. She wasn't comfortable with people calling her "Master".Now the rocker genie faltered. "But... yo... are my master. ...Shouldn't I address you as such? My master who enjoyed football was keen on it, and the woman before him insisted on 'Mistress' or 'Madam LeVesque'. Would you prefer something else?" Just... Lena." she replied, "Call me Lena." Very well, Mistress Lena." he replied, once again bowing to her. "Are you ready to make your first. I don't know what it is. Something about it is exciting. Sorry." Good," I said firmly. "Because that is never going to happen. I know what you mean though, about it being exciting. It's so... oh what's the word?... so taboo." I took a chance. "In fact, if you hadn't walked in on me, I think I was heading for a major orgasm."The chance paid off. He tensed as I said that. Another part of him tensed a little more. I wriggled on his lap, feeling that particular tension pressing into me."Let's read. Allen was still there. They turned out to be the last of the day’s customers, however. Half an hour later the snow flurries became thicker. Jason suggested they start shutting down. That was fine with Kelly. While he made sure the emergency generator was ready in case the power went off, she began closing out the cash register. When he asked if she was about ready to go, Kelly said, almost. “You can go ahead and turn out the lights and lock the front door.” A minute later, Jason spun the sign. The only problem was he knew it and suddenly stopped and my pleasure came crashing down.I couldn't help looking at him, mad as he stopped sucking my nipple as well, wiping his mouth clean, but it was wasn’t before I caught my milk running down his mouth and trying to maintain my madness. It was too late, my short resolve was gone.He leaned forward and kissed me straight on the lips as we locked in a passionate kiss. I could taste the faint taste of my breast milk in that kiss and I actually.