..OMFG I had made a huge mistake coming here and I went to leave but he grabbed my arm spun me around and slapped my face hard I was shocked and was s...ared too "Get down on your knees BITCH and suck this dick!" He demanded I didn't want another slap or maybe a punch so I did as I was told...He took the back of my hair in one of his hands and with the other he guided his big black member to my pink lips I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock in it tasted salty and musky and I gagged a little. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will.” I nodded, “I’m fine.” unsurprisingly, my voice broke as I unsuccessfully reassured Jeremy. Flustered at my fault, my cheeks grew afresh. A burning finger stroked the length of my jaw as a silent laughter escaped from his soft lips; the lips which I longed to embrace my shaking body. The painfully long absence of his body touching mine made my sudden lust grow stronger. His crisp brown eyes instantly read through my transparent expression, chuckling,. As for Passepartout, he was a true Parisian of Paris. His only vice a love of the fairer sex. Since he had abandoned his own country for England, taking service as a valet, he had in vain searched for a master after his own heart. Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces depicted by Moliere with a bold gaze and a nose held high in the air, he was an honest fellow, with a pleasant face, lips a trifle protruding, soft-mannered and serviceable, with a good round head, such as one. Hadn't asked. He, himself, seemed more distracted than usual. Rather than get myself into an unwanted discussion about my day, I avoided asking him about his. And I got away without him finding out anything. Now, all I wanted to do was get him off to work and go find that man again. Yesterday wasn't very exciting, not as exciting as that first time, but I had a feeling things were going to progress -- going to be more severe.This time, I was going to dress the part -- like a slut. As I heard.