I could only imagine getting to do it all the time. “Not really,” she began, her voice no longer sweet but full of disappointment. I could not bel...eve that she would say she was not having amazing sex with that man that I had fuck me. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, he definitely has great things to work with, he just kind of cares more about himself. We have never had sex to satisfy me, only to satisfy him. He gets off and we are done. It get tiring after a while. I actually at times dread sex. It was only recently that I had started to think about her again and would wank as I remembered her fantastic body as a teenager and some of the more memorable times we had had and also some of the clothes she used to wear. I had brought her many outfits and lingerie in my time and could clearly imagine her dressed and undressed which always gave me a big hard-on resulting in my wanking over memories of her.I glanced down at the bed and noticed a discarded bra, lifting it slowly I looked at. My cock was aching now and I could think of only one way to cure my condition. I laid her back and pressed her thighs to her breasts sliding my cock into her very ready pussy in one motion. He kneeled up alongside her head and offered himself to her … apparently wanting more of her oral talents. The sensation of her already “used / pleasured / cleaned “ pussy was incredible. Holding myself up with straightened arms I gave her all I had … the rhythmic slapping sounds of our wet loins filling. You cannot plant those thoughts in every woman’s mind and you will not plant those thoughts in every woman’s mind. I will not have it. What would become of the world when every woman would start calling you ‘master’ like your Alasie does now. Stop suggesting it. Alasie has given herself to you, she sacrificed her life to be with you in servitude. Do not mock this gift.”“Yes, Amaqjuaq, I understand. I agree with you that would become a problem. I want to walk the streets as a human without being.