" He kept working my sensitive spot and my climax continued to build. I felt better, then better still, then I felt my pleasure taking off. I cried...out in pleasure, then my semen shot out of my engorged cock and into his waiting mouth. He held still while I emptied my jiz into him, then after I finished, he came off me and I could see him swallow my load. He said, "That was so hot, will you help me cum?"I couldn't be happier to do so. I resumed my place between his legs and took his cock. ‘ He said flatly. ‘Go home, I’m tired. ‘ She said and started walking towards her room. ‘That’s really how you want it? You’re not going to argue or at least persuade me differently? ‘ He asked shocked that she had turned her back to him like that. ‘Go back to playing with the women who actually need you and only pretend to want sex. You seem to enjoy that and that’s just not who I am. I’m going to take a shower. Please go home.’ Damn, he thought to himself, the whole thing was a mess. But he. She repeatedly both praised andquestioned my appearance, service, and even my chastity. She had alengthy conversation with Mr. Bernard about how to judge how long one ofhis blue-bells should be kept locked up and how did they earn a release,both sexual and emotional. He had required me to stand next to them,after my dinner chores were complete under the guise of being availableto serve them. But it seemed more to me, that he wanted me on displayand to be there to hear their chastity discussion.. Surprised at how bold she felt compared to earlier. He grew inside her, the bl**d pounding into his cock simply delicious. Her lips clamped hard and she slowly eased him out of her mouth, her tongue trailing the entirety of his length. “You’re a grower …” Something in his eyes, suddenly they were both giggling fit to burst – all the tension gone now. She observed with satisfaction the way he stepped out of his jeans, always sure footed and in control. Gripping him, she jerked his cock in short.