“Please master, don’t waste it, please fuck me.”I wondered to myself, I glanced at Emma out of the corner of my eye, a smile crept along my face... was she playing me? Anyway, since when did a slave ask for things from her master. What impertinence, I thought.“I’m going to cover you with spunk and leave you in that chair. Maybe go for a pint. How dare you ask to be fucked!” I was livid at this point. I saw Emma lean back in the chair as I shouted at her.“Master, I’m sorry master.”I started to. My left hand has moved down to support your back and hold your bosom out for me to feast upon and I now move my right hand, from where I’ve been teasing your left tit, down your body and across your stomach. It’s bending the rules of our game, I know, but at this point you’re willing to let me. Your hips begin to writhe and hunch off the mattress, inviting my fingers to probe your nether lips, and you sigh softly the word “yes” repeatedly as evidence of your wanting to change our game a little.. Jarod starts to push her down to the floor, forgetting about the sleeping bags and everything else as well. They roll around on the floor, both vying for control. Micheal pushes Jarod's shoulders up, pulling back, breaking the enthusiastic kiss. "Condoms" Micheal gasps out, thinking of him not herself, she could care less, but he seemed to have a thing about them. "Fuck'em" he breathes out, leaning back down, starting to kiss her again.Jarod shifts his body, to where he's between her legs. He. When I sat back down again, Sarah tucked herself under my arm, snuggling up to me. I welcomed her affections, and knew I should take full advantage of them now, because in a year or two she probably would regard herself as 'too grown up' to be caught being overtly loving towards her Grandmother."Tell me the story," she demanded."Heavens, child, haven't you heard it enough times?"She shook her head, now with a completely serious look on her face.I smiled down at her, and truthfully, I couldn't.