But look at the change in her. She just asked you to give her over for my use, to be fucked any way I wanted. Things and people can profoundly change....In the interest of good manners would you allow me to touch your slave while I ask her a few questions?”Carl knew him well enough that bad manner was just not is style. He had also learned to trust Lord Blackmon. This strange behavior had to be leading somewhere. “Sure, I would ask that you not hurt her without asking me.”“Oh, most certainly.”. I then crawled between his legs to devour him, running my tongue up and down his entire backside. Hours continued to pass by as we made love.In the final moments of our love making, Jayson got on his knees and pulled me to sit in his lap, Indra style. His lifts drove him into my depths that only made me throw my head back and scream. I swing myself to meet each one of his thrust. He kissed me, he kissed my forehead, my mouth and enveloped my tongue with his. Then he buried his head into. I slid her skirt which was still wet with our cum from before down into the blankets. I rose almost perfectly, the head meeting her lips and with no assistance she backed up onto me, her wetness sliding down her inner thigh to meet all of my cum that had sat on it overnight, and allowed my throbbing dick to again slide inside of her. Almost as if just wanting to be used, she rolled the blanket into her and hugged it while I gripped her sides and fucked her from behind, making it my third orgasm. I wanted to discuss with her my pride that I can consume a lot of alcohol and still get a hard on but decided against that.She kept her foot against my groin and giggled 'Was that me that done that?' I told her it was and just as any 18 year old would do decided that was enough foreplay and suggested we should have sex. She threw her head back and moaned 'I'm too fucked to move...You come here'. Despite every fibre of my being wanting to move and climb on top of her my brain advised me that.