I'd do that with anyone I loved or cared about. It was gentle sensual fun. So why the need to hide it and to pay someone to do it? Richard really like... me too. In another life we'd probably be lovers... but when it came down to it, Richard was so hung up on looking the part for his job, that the only way he could possibly allow himself to let go was if he was paying for it and he remained in control of when and how it happened. Oh, and that it remained an unutterable secret! Shit! You either. So did Martha, before she turned her attention back to Megan."Language," Martha said sharply. "I've told you often enough. Profanity is an indication of a poor vocabulary. I know you have a good vocabulary and you don't need to use profanity." I know, Aunt Martha, and I'm sorry," Megan replied, still sounding angry. "But sometime, proper vocabulary just can't communicate the amount of emotion that I want to express." Well, that may be true, but it's not your decision to make at the dinner. ..from here, I dare not guess what my master will do or what he has planned for me, and for us, it is not for me to know all ahead of time, but it is for me to be patient, to know and trust that my master has only the best intentions for his slut - and he wishes to pleasure his slut and for his slut to pleasure him....I can only allow my mind to wander now in fantasizing what may go on...maybe my master will bind my hands, or he will restrain me on the bed in whatever position he. My clumsy fingers bumped into his balls, and soon I began the soothing massage I had planned for his sack. I was deeply devoted to the pleasure in which I was giving him. I occasionally pulled out his balls from beneath his boxers and let my tongue run over the bumpy surface before taking one or sometimes both into my mouth. He shifted while I did this, stirring ever so slightly while under me, still never awakening. I felt so slick, so sly, so horny. A part of me wanted to press my luck and.