“Yours, Master,” she said, her voice strained from keeping her position. “Only yours.” Damn, how did she do it? How did she get to him like ...hat? He wanted to pick her up in his arms and hold her. He wanted to drop to his knees and fuck her just as she was. He felt himself stirring—again!—even though he had just come a few minutes ago. She brought out things in him he had never felt before…or had felt so long ago that he had forgotten. He had to fight to maintain his severe. It was partly his disability, partly her generosity, sensitivity and skill, and his heart was full. She immediately left the piano and came to him, enveloping him in her arms, his head against her breasts, kissing his forehead."Why didn't I know how well you play?" he haltingly asked when he was more under control. "You can play far better than I can!" I don't know," she replied. "I felt shy I think. I used to play when you weren't at home."'You can play as often as you like, you're so. James remembered the demoness' warnings about telepathy being taxing, and he knew now she hadn’t been lying.He'd drained much of his power trying to reach his mistress, and now he was feeling the backlash of that mental strain; it felt like death. After a few minutes of dizzying pain, the headache began to subside to a dull throbbing. It still hurt like a motherfucker, but he could move again.James managed to climb off the floor and onto his bed. He sat on the end of his bed and held his head. "You'll see." And with that we stood up, kissed, and went off in search of other sexual partners. She really does have a woman's body, I told myself as I watched her go. Long legs, rounded ass, thin waist, broad shoulders, and tits that swayed and bounced as she walked. So different from that kid I met less than two years ago.On the Saturday of her initiation, I refrained from the usual amount of intercourse. I fucked Setsuko in the morning, and Marcie in the early afternoon, but then I gave my.