I lay awake at night in bed and ignore the hobbies and pleasures that had once consumed my free time. I can think of nothing other than if she will ev...r call me back. If so, what will my Mistress command me to do? Maybe this was all? Maybe I had displeased her? Or perhaps her lover was unhappy with me and she has chosen another to serve her needs? Maybe this was a test and I had failed? Maybe I would never be allowed to serve her again? All these dreaded questions go through my mind, but so do. She turned around and said, “Daks, you know what, I should probably try it. I feel sexy thinking about it. Do you think I should get one on my nipples, that would be kinky, won’t it?”.I was just dumbstruck by that response. Before I could answer, Salma had a naughty giggle and left the cube to take a call. I was on cloud nine, this was a sign. Married or not, here was my chance to bed her, but I had to wait until the opportune moment.The moment finally arrived on a monsoon Friday. The weather. He continues to kiss me as I feel his huge cock harden against my leg. Then Frank tells me it is my turn to fuck him. Nikki directs me to lick his ass before I stick my cock in. I start fucking him but just like always I don't make it too long before I am going to cum. I pull out and cum all over his hard cock. Janet comes over and kicks my balls from behind twice for cumming so quick. Then puts my face down in Frank's crotch and has me lick up all of my cum and then suck Frank off. I sucked. 'I copied your doorkey' she said, one hand pawing my thigh. 'That feels good' I said 'I know it does' she replied.Her hand squeezed, moved up, squeezed again, moved up and then cupped around my balls 'Mmm, well well what do we have here?' she said 'hot plums' the hand squeezed 'and full of spunk i reckon' I held my breath, the torch still in my face. She shifted up the bed, bottom and thighs clamping my knees together. Her hand was moving on my belly now across my whole torso. Nails dragged.