Mary is someone I trust completely, both to never tell anyone what I've shared with her, and to really listen and give me her honest thoughts without ...udgment. That doesn't mean she won't tell me what she thinks, even if it's to tell me I'm a fucking idiot on a path to destruction (which she has told me a couple of times, for good reason). It wouldn't do me much good to share my secrets with someone who would only tell me what they thought I wanted to hear all the time. With some of the crazy. Gasping, Hope struggled against him, but she didn’t mean it. She’s caught in the slick web of intrigue. The padding around her areolas suddenly seemed too tight. Her dress hung longer on each stretch of skin, flowing like water over her warm body. ‘Well,’ she panted, ‘what’s so urgent?’ Standing in the shade, she glanced back over at the parking lot- the crowd was slowly diminishing. She couldn’t stay long- she didn’t want to be alone. Not with a stranger. ‘Your fun.’ ‘My- my what?’ She. Then just as I thought I'd blast a wad of cum down her throat she'd nearly stop, she was teasing, but I don't doubt she was also teasing herself. I would have loved to be able to see if she was fingering herself. At this moment I'd wager the night's wages she had her thumb on her clit and at least three finger in her pussy, fucking herself like crazy.She took my cock all the way down her throat and held it there for awhile, then very slowly she backed off. I heard her moving about. And at that. ”Brian took a step toward her. “Good girl. Then get on your knees and suck me off.”***A little over an hour later, Elle arrived at her Master’s hotel. He traveled to her city every week for work, and got a hotel when he was in town. She rode the elevator to his floor, and counted off the room numbers. Obediently, she knocked, and heard footsteps approach the door.As the door opened, Elle looked down at the ground respectfully. “I’m back from my assignment, Sir.” “Good girl,” he said, grabbing.