She massaged her thin wrists where they'd left marks. 'Do you want to stand or sit?' I asked and then caught myself. 'No. No, I know what's bet...er. Lie flat on your back with your legs spread wide. That'll be nicer and we can all see better. You don't have to see to do it, just us.'Page 33. It's the way she pretty well already was, except her cunt was facing away from the others and I wanted them to be able to see into it too, so I spun her around on her sweet cheeks and opened up. My tongue ran up his shaft, sliding past my fingers, and up to his crown. Mistress’s tangy juices lingered on his dick, faint but still there.And so yummy.His shaft twitched when I reached the spongy tip. I circled it. He groaned, his face twisting as he felt my tongue. I’d never voluntarily sucked a man’s cock before. But I’d never had a Master who cared for me. I grew up in Istandar Zizthithana’s kennel, trained from early on to please naga and the human males who pleased them. They whipped. It was only a minute or two later - I hadn't had nearly enough time to come - that I heard her knock again. I was taken quite by surprise. I turned back to the showerhead like I had been the first time, and told her again to come in. The sink started running. And it ran. And it ran. I managed another glance. She had the coffee pot again. I was amused at how pathetic an excuse it was. She was looking at me in the mirror. I looked right at her and gave her my best unashamed, unaccusatory,. "Now it's my turn to ask a personal question. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. And of course you don't have to answer it. You really shouldn't answer it, but I have to ask anyway."'Oh, dearest Tom, ' I thought, 'I can't stand to see you in so much pain. Ask anything, anything at all, and I'll gladly answer.'"Last night," he whispered, "was the fourth night I've been a guest in your home, and I heard something in the night that I hadn't heard before. It sounded like you and Paul were.