She smile as she said you welcome my babe, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I said that's good and it's only the start of lots of fun to come the next few...days.She replied saying she looking forward to it as she really missed our sex sessions during the time we were apart. She then went to the bathroom to wipe my cum from her puss and once she returned we cuddled and relaxed as we chatted and caught up with each other telling each other a few more things about our recent holidays. It soon reached. I kissed her passionately and began to jerk off. &&&&&&&&&&& Tired, she finally stopped imploring: “Oh, what in the hell are you doing? You keep me waiting in this position so hot, please, poke that bulbous stuff into me now!” I replied: “No ma’am. A blow job would be better. Or you’d rather have anal sex?” I began to talk her dirty: You’ve gotta supplicate, you dirty whore.” She knelt down in front of me while I sat on the bed. I asked her to spit on my belly stick, then slowly teaching. “Celia, my God, it has been almost five years. How many times have I told you that you’re a free woman. No one is your Master. Why do you not understand?” Gabe demanded, in frustration.“But Gabe, father, you will be my Master, as long as I live. Though I have a husband and children, even grandchildren, you will always be my Master, till the world is no more,” she breathed huskily.“Celia, I had no idea you felt this way. Do you not love Patrick?” Gabe asked, in confusion.“Yes, my Master. I love. He and I have been talking for what seems like forever. We met in the usual, modern way, on the Internet. I turned him down actually, the first time that we spoke. I wasn’t looking for married men. Against my ethics. Never say never, as I have now learned. A week or two after that first, brief contact, I found his name, floating in my buddy list, but I couldn’t remember who he was. Side effect of the lifestyle, I suppose. Just to clear things up, I contacted him, to see what was the what. He.