I take his huge cock in my mouth and begin to suck it quickly. It is warmand pre cum dribbled freely from the head into my mouth. The taste was slight...ysweet, obviously someone who masturbates regularly, keeping the sour tastedown. I use my hands to stroke his balls and the base of his cock as I suck,but Master is dead still. I cant believe it, he is calmly eating his meal whileI am sucking his hardness. I keep a steady rhythm for some time until I feel him begin to tense. He reachesunder the. His need for control dominated his every waking moment, and he controlled every detail of their lives. He controlled the purse strings and doled out the household expenses like a miser, which resulted in more mistakes on Sara's part, mistakes that were his fault because she wasn't given enough money to satisfy his demands. For example, he expected gourmet meals most evenings at a specified hour, but she couldn't stretch the food budget far enough. He commanded her to dress fashionably but. PillowShe’d been so close to escaping she could taste it.Now, she was squirming around on a cold tile floor, waiting for someone to take the bag off her head, and the ring gag, with its annoying tongue depressor, out of her mouth.Nothing to worry about, in the scheme of things. She’d talk her way out of wherever those clueless fucks at Chorale had sent her. Then she could contact Christopher, get her money, and move the hell on. She’d done her job, and could give him and his friends more than. She flicks it off her shoulders and arches her back as I take one of her breasts into my mouth. I bite softly and she grabs a fistful of my hair pulling harder until let go, kissing the other. I start taking my pants off, and she rolls me onto my back, yanking them off and tossing them on the floor. She straddles my hips, the only thing separating my painfully hard dick is a thin piece of black lace. I prop myself up on one elbow but she pushes me down and kisses me. She wants to be in control,.