At one point I signal to Him that I can’t go on and He pauses looks me over and tells me that I haven’t reached that point yet and returns to maki...g my body cum. He is right of course, I am not done and my orgasms now are huge, immense, shaking my core and Master is holding my head by my hair and watching me carefully. He quickens the pace and I can’t breathe anymore, can’t speak anymore; all I am is a receptacle for His cock.?Master.?He utters this command. I feel His body tense beneath me,. A voice spoke from the ceiling."Lady Samantha, those protocols can be only activated with the proper authorization and with the correct waiting time..." That was as far as he got."Initiate priority manual emergency override. Activate now!" She repeated, in a voice that promised severe consequences if not affected immediately. The voice tried once more."But Lady Samantha, I cannot..." Activate those protocols right now, or so help me, I will flail every inch of skin off your hide and feed it to. Susan Banks, 29 years old. Had and still has the looks of a model which shealways dreamt of being at a teen before she got married. Her only problem ifyou can call it a problem were her breasts. Too big for most of today's skinand bone fashion models. She told those who suggested it, that she had no desireto be a bimbo for swim suit modeling or worse. Secretly she would have jumpedat the opportunity if her family or friends wouldn't have found out about it.Susan got wet even thinking of. Mrs. Foster was happy to cook and clean for the family every day while Mr. Foster, now retired, sat around reading his newspaper and smoking his pipe. I sat all day long on the sofa devouring novels I had brought over from Europe. We made quite the old-fashioned family in many ways, but I knew it couldn’t last forever. Today was Christmas day. Mrs. Foster had invited a couple to dinner that she and Mr. Foster had known for many years, and a friend that they called Uncle Joe. Joe wasn’t really.