As if thinking something similar, she leaned back and kissed me, my entire cock again being lodged deep inside my sister.It was soft and tender.But sp...rks erupted through my very being.Our tongues explored each other's mouth, as I again reached around with my free right hand and cupped her breast.When she broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes with such vulnerability and lust that I loved her even more... so much that it confused me. Could I love my sister in a way that was more than just. It never really stopped my sister thought when she got a chance to make a wise-crack or ask a question when trainers were not around.My sister knows how to speak in the high protocol of “Yes Master” and “No Ma’am” and be polite but she seldom sounds very natural when she does it. It always sounds like play-acting she is doing. I suppose that is the case with me as well. I am not naturally polite.I am trying to be better at it and incorporate formal speech as my new normal default speech. The group headed off to a burger joint called Lazlo's that was nearby.It was pretty popular amongst the juniors and seniors who were allowedto go off campus for lunch. Fast and cheap burgers made it convenientwhen you only had 45 minute for lunch.As they walked in they were greeted by the owner, Mrs. O'Reilly who wasan elderly lady in her late 50's. She had owned the place since waybefore Riley's dad was alive. Mrs. O'Reilly told her husband Mr.O'Reilly to get three burgers made up for the. I looked down at Slave, whose eyes were properly down. She was very lovely, I thought. I finished feeding us and as I sat there, sipping tea, I reached down again to cup her breast. She sighed and pushed against my hand."Master, I..." she trailed off."Speak, Slave." Master ... I..." she paused again, then, apparently making up her mind, "Master, thank you." She shuffled forward and took my limp cock in her mouth; she suckled on it like a baby at the breast. She wasn't able to produce a full.