I'd have fucked you then and there if you'd let me, but as you know, when you say you don't want it, I don't do it.Which memory of me is the sexiest f...r you? What memory of you and me always makes your cock stiff? What's your sexiest fantasy involving me, Martin? What would you want me to do for you? I really want to know.I also remember the first time I ever went to your house in Kensington the day after I met you in the shop. This was after I'd coached you to make sure you got the assistant's. It’s chilly outside, typical for early March, and by the time we reach my car, I’m shivering a little. Kyle runs his hands up and down my arms to warm me up, and I smile up at him in appreciation. He reaches out and brushes my hair out of my eyes, then shakes his own hair out of his, leans down and kisses me. His lips are firm but soft, gentle but insistent, as they press against mine. I part my lips just slightly, and he pushes his bottom lip into the gap, holding my top lip between both of. I tell Brenda to start relaxing her pussy as soon as Sarah lays back down. As she does, a large glob of cum oozed out and drops straight into that cum-hungry mouth. Sarah is moaning as more cum drips out. Brenda is wide-eyed and giggling as she flexes her muscles, forcing more and more cum out. I walk closer and press my cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicks over my whole shaft as she sucks hungrily. I want to grab her head and force myself as deep as possible but hold back that urge. She is. Sophie felt Master withdraw his finger and feeling him apply some more lube to her anus she felt him push what must have been a butt plug inside her, she enjoyed the feel of her anus being filled and then felt a shock run through her as it started to vibrate inside her. Master moved up the bed so that his cock was near Sophie’s mouth and uttered the phrase she had been expecting “Suck my cock slut”. The use of the word slut excited her in a way she didn’t think possible and she eagerly accepted.