I could swear I saw her blush slightly as I gaped at her, but that quickly turned to a shy smile. At this point, my mouth decided that my brain was ou... of order, and took it upon itself to share some words of wisdom. “Huh, won’t that get dirty rather quickly?” I saw her shy smile slowly disappear, and she let out a soft sigh. “Not if I take care. Come, we should head in.” She turned and started walking towards the market square. My mind was making some dangerous cracking noises as I tried. She commanded natural attention. She was a flirt; she knew the trifling flippant man capturing moves. The amorous eye without the commitment. She played both the ‘education’ and ‘love’ game by her own rules, so did Bernard. The mutual recognition was there long before he gave her that first touch under her uniform at eighteen, earlier this year. And her mind so sharp, questioning all like Bernard himself.They both liked the mental chicanery of life, the duplicity you got from words if you used. She grabbed the base of my cock with both hands and then quickly sucked the head of my cock hard. I realized there was nothing going to stop me now as my hips lunged forward and a massive contraction sent a stream of my hot sticky cum in her warm wet mouth. It seemed like the contractions and the shooting cum would never stop in one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced continued. Her lips were sealed tight around my cock and I could feel the pooled cum around my cock head. I. Once the business was out of the way my Master had me show the boys what a good slut I was and to masterbate for them. There were three men all slightly older than my lover and to my suprise a young woman – closer to 30 than 40 were all delighted at the thought– and instantly I rolled over onto my back, like a well trained puppy I started stroking my clit, groaning at the instant pleasure I experienced. “Would you like my friends to play with you my dear??” I knew I dare not say no and with.