Sometimes it was his cum, sometimes it was his piss. Mostmornings it was both. I didn't mind. As the Master's sissy slut, it alltasted delicious to me...After that I would bring Master his breakfast, and nuzzle on his cock ashe enjoyed his coffee and breakfast in bed. I would usually be rewardedwith my second load of the day.After that I would excuse myself and go put on my sissy maid outfit. Iwould spend the morning cleaning the house, being fucked by Master andhis friends, preparing meals,. First day of our BJ session; one night I went on to his kissing harder and squeezing his rod slowly I went down kissing his body from lips to chest and to belly and then to the bottom (rod).I thought he might be truthful to me from that moment and I did my service down on his rod for about 20 minutes but he never came I am surprised that my ex-bff would have come twice in that time span. After that we slept together but never spoke a word to one another.In our relationship were never spoke of. As bad as that was for him personally,it was made worse by the fact that his mother had been the healer for hisvillage and his would be stepfather was the water worker for anothernearby village. Each was known as the heart of their village, a symbol asmuch as a person. Their marriage was supposed to cement peace between thetwo fractious populations, a peace that had been forged by the two ofthem sharing the benefits of their gifts with both groups.The villages blamed each other for the losses,. ..meet me on the 8th floor4 floors above the party.i go up and its dark after afew mins i hear the elevator bell go and heels walking on the marble floor , she walks up to me smiling that sexy smile and starts kissing me its so quiet up there which magnifies the sound of us kissing and her mmmmm sounds as we are doing it..her lips are so soft and her tongue feels so good touching mine..my hands are on her hips on that tight dress and i move them around go grab her firm ass. she starts moaning.