She had a bad dream.’ ‘Get a blanket for her’ he ordered her. Dahlia did as she was told. She returned with a cosy blanket and covered Pankhudi ...ith it. ‘Thanks, you may leave now’ he told Dalia. He sat down on the bed beside a badly wounded Pankhudi. He was stroking her head gently with eyes full of grief. Pankhudi opened her eyes to find him sitting near her. She would have panicked, but the sedative had calmed her nerves. She held his hand and brought it near her cheek. ‘Master…’ she said. By this time I'd convinced myself that, if he was interested, I would take him up on it (providing he could guarantee me that he was free of any STDs.)"Honestly, Tommy," I began, "I'm not sure how to start. I thought it would just come to me and the words would flow, but that's not the case. It's... complicated."Tommy chuckled and said "Why don't you try just coming right out with it? Say what's on your mind as succinctly as possible, get it out in the open, then you can clarify any details. Just dead stopped, she stood up and crawled onto the bed, straddling him as she crawled up on him. He smiled up at her as she leaned down to kiss him, her hair tickling his face. She leaned back a little and reached down between her legs, this time to grab his cock. Slowly and rather sexily she rubbed the head of his cock up and down between her lips. He sighed deeply, feeling the warmth and wetness of her sex. She leaned back a bit further and cried out as he began to push his way inside her. . This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longer, as you can barely hang on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle clues. The strength and force by which your free hand is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping.