Well, she’d never given Bret a blow job, and there was no comparison between his talent at cunnilingus and theirs. She and Bret had a special relati...nship, and there shouldn’t be anything someone else had done for him that she hadn’t, and nothing that she’d done for anyone else that she hadn’t done for him.Before bed the next night, she put a glass of water and a paper towel on the night stand.“Should we have one of those on your side, too?” Bret asked when he came in. “Should we move it to. ..With my arms around Master’s neck, I cleared my throat and responded in a sexy tone, “That, yes, indeed I wanted to be his sex slave forever. That I loved his directions, his hot sexy lustful mannerisms and was prepared to serve his every wanton desire and need. No matter how kinky, perverse or wicked that he wanted to lead me into.”Graham looked down at me and smiled. He had hoped I would say yes. He had a variety of sex slave plans and rules. He hugged me close and soothed my red skin with. I let out a small moan as his fingers rubbed my pussy. He moved my thin panties out of the way and gently circled my clit before pulling his hand away. “You’re so fucking wet baby, god I bet you could take my cock no problem.” I felt his erection against my ass. He was throbbing and pressing into me, with only the fabric of his boxers separating us. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself. I pressed back against him and he took this as a green light. With a clear yes his hand returned. “How are you?”“I’m good. And you?”“I’m well.”“Where are my manners,” interjected Aurelia. “Rev. Mack this is my grandson, Casey. Casey this is our pastor, Rev. Mack.”“Nice to meet you, sir,” the thirty-two-year-old said extending his hand.“Likewise,” replied Russell.“He’s a doctor,” s*s. Jackson added.“Very nice,” Rev. Mack smiled. “What specialty?”“E.R. Hey Mark! How are you?”“I’m fine Casey. And you,” Mark asked.“I’m well. Just came to see Gamma for the weekend.”“That was sweet of you,” s*s..