I had to always stop myself from that path, depression and despair lay down that path.The real sadness was that, as a child of the Farm's, she never e...pected to live in a house as grand as my own. Or to belong to a gentle and caring Master, as I believe I am. The future for such children was bleak, to say the least. And thus, her devotion and passion for me never faltered, and she was a staunch supporter within my family. I never took it for granted."Would you like me to bring you supper now. We spent the next 10 minutes trying to get out our tears to end. I was pleased that neither of us had fixed our faces. Over breakfast I admitted having feelings for Tim but I would never act on them. I was not sure that they were romantic feelings or feelings that would be a basis for marriage. I also laughed that Tim would likely look elsewhere. Kara shook her head and told me he loves quickly and his generous heart could easy be captured by me. She went on to say her husband likely was not. He makes me put on so much I look like the cocksucking slut that I am. Back to the chair I go.Now he focuses really good on my head and brings me his cock that is dripping more than pre-cum. It has a few drops of actual cum hanging off of it in a thick strand. He makes me open wide then he squeezes this juice out on my tongue. Then I make an oval on his cock and polish the head real good. I lick and suck all the goo off of it. Then I start my blow job in earnest. I suck and lick for all I am. Together we stick forever. I fall into a deep slumber, unwillingly because I know sleep only wastes our time together. I want to fight and kick and scream and throw tantrums to let sleep, college life, and night know how much I hate them. Tearing us apart, even though it’s only a week or two at most, such star crossed lovers should never be forced to be apart like we have. I feel like a bird who can’t chirp when I am without you. I just want to be. Be together. Be alive. Be wrapped in your.