“Charity, you have a lot to learn,” Mike said to her as she was leaving. “You must beg permission to leave our presence!” he said.“I am so s...rry; I am willing to learn, Sir. I hope I didn’t offend or set a bad example of my Master’s training. I don’t mean to be presumptuous but please, may I be excused to prepare dinner?” Charity asked with a look of shame, but she didn’t seem discouraged in any way from continuing to be a good slave. My Dad gave her permission, and she went to the kitchen. She. It did just as hers had done and entered her. Her cunt opened for me, sucked me, pulled me in and it felt like my tongue was being uprooted and travelling, as hers had, deep inside her. It grew as hers had. It curled and moved. I could feel it, swallowed by her, squeezed, drawn deeper and deeper until, just as I had, she screamed and flooded and her fluids ran, copious over me.“You’re safe now.”I woke to find myself in her bed, in her arms. My face felt just as my thighs had felt after that,. Kirsten surged into me, she was so needy for my touch at times. This weakness was a strength, as her female sexuality carried me along with it.I kissed Kirsten, as if the fate of heaven depended on each kiss. Long, slow, wet kisses as my mouth sucks hers and my tongue penetrated her mouth. Her little pink tongue caressed my mouth, lips and tongue."David I love when you kiss me like this" she whispered.Rubbing herself against me like a harlot in a pagan temple. I had her skirt up around her. One of the women was Stacie the apartment complex manager. She was late 30’s early 40’s, same as me; tall, long blonde hair and a rather shy demeanor. She had been extremely helpful from the beginning of this ordeal. Now was the big debate. What do I do with this new found information? I continued my work and it was weighing heavy on my mind. I grabbed some lunch and sat down to eat and rest some. I grabbed a box of DVD’s and sorted through them as I sat there. There were two that were.