That she's never come close to having an orgasm the way she does with me.Her body trembles violently against me as her breath comes out in hard, ragge... whimpers. She grips at whatever she can reach- usually me- and her nails draw a small amount of blood nearly every time.It's the sexiest, most beautiful, most incredible scene to watch her let go like that. I figured, before I actually saw her have an orgasm, that her reaction would be reserved; quiet and less intense. But when I saw it, I was. The feeling was incredible.When I got all the way in, I let him get used to it for a bit and marveled at the sensation of his ass on my cock. I slowly started pumping away, my mind was blown as this was really happening. I never had to go fast, just slow steady pumping and I knew I was not going to last that long.I told him that I was going to cum soon and he started backing onto my cock, meeting my thrust. That sent me over the edge and I started cumming. Wad after wad filled the condom and my. There could never be another. I had known that since the first week we had dated.I knew her job was important, both to her, and in the grand scheme of things. I knew I was probably just feeling vulnerable because of Cindi. However, I was afraid for her. I couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt, or worse. I didn't think "her people" could protect her as they had promised me. They failed in San Francisco. They failed at the fair. They failed in the "car accident".A thought entered my head. “Now the slaves prepare supper for us,” Mistress Tracey replied. “And we sit around on the beach waiting for it to get dark so we can watch the fireworks.”Mistress Gloria then asked, “Master Jeremy, would you like a beer?”“Yes, I would, Mistress Gloria,” he replied.“Puddy tat!” Mistress Tracey yelled. “Go get us all some beers. The rest of you start fixing supper.”Slave kristi looked up at Master Jeremy. “Go with them,” he said softly, but firmly. “And help puddy tat bring back the beers.”The.