It was a delicacy that, being slave to his mistress, only he waschosen to appreciate. The fact that his mistress, when given to bouts ofsexual need or...hunger could indulge in the semen herself, was irrelevant.At least, it had to be if he was going to have any chance of retaininghis sanity. He had nothing else in his life now. So few things he couldretain control or pleasure over. He had the memories of his former life,his futon, and his desire for his mistress' decadent jism. Beforeswallowing. There was no mistaking that white blouse and those incredible breasts. She was calling his name. John stopped and Bianca came up to him, panting a little from running. “John. John. Really, I was only joking. Please. I was only joking. Denise is mad at me.” Bianca could tell John was confused from the perplexed look on his face. He was trying to figure out what she was talking about. “Your tip! Your tip! I didn’t really mean it. I was only joking with you. I thought we were just flirting.. Were in your room, with no door, it broke last week, your sister is in the hall on the computer, blissfully unaware. I have u tied to ur bed, blindfolded so you couldnt see anything, we are talkin loudly, deliberately discussing how we hoped no-one would hear us. i get down n start sucking your dick, ur making quite loud but not too exaggerated noises, after a few minutes your sister gets up, edging towards the door, wondering whats going on, she isnt stupid tho so she doesnt just walk straight. “Let’s go,” I said in an almost inaudible voice. He looked at me with a little bit of disappointment and got up and outside to where he had dropped his pants and started putting them on.Meanwhile, I pulled up my shirt again to cover my tender breasts and used my panties to wipe my lubricant and his seed. The driver pulled up his zipper, got on his seat and started to auto.The sudden noise and light from the vehicle startled me for some reason as I put on my shorts. I told him a new address,.