“Abigail,” he breathed out, the heat of her already making him hard. “I was going out of my mind knowing you were with him.” Her eyes snapped...open. He slid his gaze back to the mirror to see how wide her pupils were. He affected her too. It wasn’t just his blood flowing like lava through his veins right now. “I already told you. Mikayla called me.” He closed his eyes, turned his nose to sniff at her fragrant hair. How he wished it were unbound so he could bury his face in the golden mass. . After a few minutes, I allow myself to start again, edging myself closer than before, but stopping again. I love having control over when I orgasm, knowing it is easier to do when I do it myself. It isn't as easy when I'm with a girl, but it does help from being a minute man. No man should be a one pump chump. Edging myself two more times, each time dangerously slipping closer to exploding with a much needed release. Finally, I allow myself to come hard, jerking quickly as it sprays all over. ‘I do oral best. But I also like to get oral too. Too bad so few guys really do it well.’ ‘Z, when you two were getting started, you looked like you were about to give her a good lickin’ You chicken out?,’ Kathryn asked. ‘Uh, I didn’t think we’d have time.’ I lied. I figured Maria was probably feeling bad enough. Kathryn knew I was lying. In previous phone calls, I had eagerly discussed my technique and she had approved. Despite talking about it before, I was eager to talk about it now. ‘I. Why?" Like you, her training has created a bond with her master which she wishes desperately to maintain. She, as you, is lovingly and slavishly devoted to her master. The thoughts of disappointing him are most upsetting to her and the possibility of her master rejecting her would devastate her. That was why she was willing to endure the utter humiliation of being taken by a dog and suffer more discipline when her master got her home. That sort of devotion is why very few slaves ever chose.