My warm hands on your ass cheeks, squeezing and stroking only adding to yourpleasure. After twenty or so breathless orgasms, I relent. "Pleasepleasepl...aseplease.." youcontinue to say mindlessly, coming down off your high slowly. I smile downat you, running my hands up and down your back. I give you a moment to catchyour breath, then ask "Are you ready to serve your Master, my pet?" "Yes" youbreath "Oh god yes, please let me serve you Master" The desire to please theman who had just made you. If he did it once, he can do it again.But he is taken away from these thoughts by the sensation of Kennedy’s thighs tightly gripping his. The softness of her flesh is an invite to a series of actions that he knows all too well and enjoys. Her eyes never break contact with his. She lets go of his member. Leaning forward, she grips his shoulders tightly and then she brings her hips forward. The feeling of her wet snatch as it slides teasingly up and down his aching length makes the man groan both. And it was fun having you join us here. I couldn't help grinning hearing you sing out last night! It reminds me of the good old days."Angela turned red at the mention of her sexual vocalizations from last night. The flush passed as she hurried to take care of business and returned to the kitchen. Lucille had the stove going and was in the process of cooking up grits to go with the eggs and bacon she already had cooked."Do you suppose David would like a breakfast steak to go with this?" Lucille. Now we were no longer playing; this was serious.“My turn,” he said simply, filling the glasses again. He did this with much deliberation, mastering the shaking in his hands. He picked up the glass, turned it round in his hand, looking intently at the rim without seeing it. “Are you ready for the next forfeit?”“I am, but then I’ll be the one watching you do it, so it doesn’t matter to me!” The bravado in my voice was strictly for show, and I think that we both knew that was really the case.“Okay.