Rosie almost purred.As I started tapping my shoe on her clit, she focused on slowly, lovingly, tongue-massaging her spit all over my patent leather sh...e. Deliberately I was bringing her to the edge.“May I cum, Miss?”“No.” Her interaction with the mattress sales-woman had me thinking a lot more about my whore’s core.“As you wish, Miss,” Rosie said, her tone needy and surprised.Yanking on her lead, I had her crawl, pet-like, to the toybox where I fossicked for handcuffs and a spreader bar.. All thought had left me as I approached him and calmly lowered his pants. He backed up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"Even this didn't stop me. I attacked him again, this time lowering his shorts to reveal his manhood. His flacid penis hung in the same position it always did after a good workout. I took the soft flesh in my hand and thrust it into my mouth. He gasped, but did not move. Slowly I moved my mouth over his penis, feeling it harden in my mouth. A small voice inside me. “Sire,” one said. “You have a message from EDC. From Prince Adams.”“You ... Private Glickson,” Drak said, his voice a low hiss. “You ... checked my ... private correspondence?”Glickson and his counterpart exchanged a glance, their sudden worry clear despite the goggles covering their eyes and the smooth face-plate of their shocktroop armor.“You are both dismissed,” Drak growled, his hand clenching. Pain stabbed through him as his claws attempted to sprout and his glove reacted as it had been. Then she pushed me backwards onto the bed. I should have fought her off, but I missed her, and something was stirring in me, it felt good to have her on top of me, her warmth and softness and bigness as she kissed me, stroking my cheek, and I kissed back and she caressed me, stroked me, held me, rubbed against me, covered me with her weight, mashed her breasts and rubbed her legs against mine as her kisses and hot breath overwhelmed me.God, it had been a long time since anyone had made love to.