She told me that I was sleeping sosoundly and that they too were so exhausted that they decided as areward to let me sleep. But now it was time to get...Master Chaz up andmoving so that I could get back home. We went up to the master bedroom.Master was sleeping towards the middle of the bed and Mistress told meto get on one side and she removed her robe and got on the other. Sheslid the silk sheet down to expose Master's raging hard on. Both of usstarted to lick and suck the black pole as it. Beneath his reluctance there is desire, and I believe the longing in his sigh more than the words he nearly shouted. He doesn’t want me to leave, and I would do anything to stay.My plan began on a foundation of want but is quickly building with need. It’s been much too long since we’ve done this, and we both need it.Tugging on his shirt, Isaac helps me pull it over his head. I grip his densely muscled shoulders resembling the color of coffee, his wide hands roaming me with urgency. Fueled by. “I rub myself against a pillow sometimes. But it’s never felt like that.” “Haven't you ever fingered yourself?” I asked. “No. Why do you?” I smiled. I didn't need an invitation. She hadn't recovered yet, but I couldn't wait. I took another few licks of her pussy lips, then gently found her hot virgin hole, and started to slip my first finger in. She made a light "Ooh" sound, but her smile encouraged. With a gentle motion, I slipped my finger in and out of her pussy, probing a little deeper each. I leaned back up a bit and let one hand on her head as we viewed each other's faces. We didn't speak again for a while, but she still let her lips do the talking. She pressed hers onto mine with her tongue in between my pussy lips and more.That compromised me being able to stay upright, but I made it happen. She kept it slow, but that way, it even more pleasurable. She injected passion into me, rather than just rubbing on my cherry, it seemed.I began letting out a few tears again, but it didn't.