A full three seconds passed before she stood up and I could see a hungry look in her brown eyes.“Put the books on the counter.” She said as if out...of breathe. I did so, my mind was moving too fast to form words. “I can’t let you walk out of here like that.” She said with her mischievous smile returning as she knelt down and sensually loosed my belt. I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak out as she undid the belt and zipper. My slacks fell to the floor and my six and half inch cock stood out at. Her climax started soon after his, and I thrust up into her to feel her pounding down onto me. Even after Bill and I had finished, she continued climaxing for another thirty seconds or so, and then she collapsed limp on me. Bill pulled out and kissed her lightly before going to the bathroom, and I laid her on her side and kissed her as I pulled the covers over us. Bill returned and crawled in to hold her on the other side, and she smiled and said, “I am going to hurt so much tomorrow.” We. I only hoped that I would be worthy of that love. I spent the rest of the night just watching her, as I waited for the sun to begin its journey through the sky. Just after dawn, Violet woke up, stretching her beautiful body, and greeted me with a warm smile. She gave me a soft, passionate kiss, got out of the bed, and left the room. A short time later, she returned with a tray of bandages. She laid the tray on my lap, and began to remove the bandages from last night. We both looked in surprise. She would have him go for weeks without being allowed to cum but forcing him to stroke himself to the edge of release over and over, so that his balls were full and aching and sore. He swore he could see that they were bigger than normal. The teasing would train his body to keep producing cum, but it had nowhere to go. Then, finally, when he was permitted relief, he?d have to spurt the thick, yellowish cum into a wine glass, and then down every last drop of it. In fact, unless it was during one.