You are really becoming a cum slut, aren’t you?”She just nodded her head, not removing me from her mouth. She also took my balls in her other hand...and slowly massaged them as well. Between the two I was getting close to exploding very quickly.“Kitten, get ready, you have me ready to blow. Don’t lose a drop or I will have to punish you.” With that, I exploded in her mouth screaming, “Oh fuck… I am cumming… and you are drinking it all into your belly, Kitten. Master is so proud of you.”She smiled. "I don't mean to put you off, John, but I need a shower," she said firmly."Of course. Tracey thought you might want one. Take your time and pamper yourself. There are towels and stuff on the counter. I, um, kinda bought something for you to wear too."Missy turned the light on in the bathroom and stared at what I had gotten her. "It's beautiful, John, thank you," she said as she closed the bathroom door.I heard the shower start and hurried to my parents' bedroom. Tracey helped me transform the. He begs to be given another chance and will bring a band from the Radio City to make it seen even more professional.”The seated man picked up a small cup of espresso swimming in raw cane sugar and sipped it with a noncommittal look over the edge of the tiny cup.“We got a gift party for the happy couple up at the villa on Friday night. You get that putz up there ready to sing and stone cold sober and we can let bygones be bygones. Capiese?”I assured him I did understand and almost ran back to. I'm flipping through some stuff on a sale rack, when I notice you a couple displays over, looking over a table of golf shorts. I leave the rack I'm at and walk over to one that's still a couple racks away from you, but on the same aisle so I can get a better look. You're dressed for comfortable shopping- nice snug sweatpants, short-sleeved zip-up jacket with what appears to be a tank top underneath, judging from the low-cut front, and very sexy, pedicured feet in flip-flops only adds to the.