. but that's the life of a slave girl when she's owned by an insatiable sex god." I finished grinning again. He rolled his eyes, and then cupped my ch...n in his hand."Ann?" He asked a little tentatively, almost automatically I straightened up. "Yes, Sir?" Take your coffee, and go take a long hot shower. When you're done I want you to come back here naked, so I can inspect you. It's a poor owner that doesn't take care of his toys."I'm glad he was cupping my chin, because I think my legs might've. Her head rears back, the tendons in her neck standing at attention as an animalistic scream of delight breaks from her lips. Her back arches, and her pussy grips me like never before. She stays that way for a moment, stuck in a paralysis of pleasure. And then she looks at me, and the look she’s giving me is of ravenous lust. Her thighs lock together on my hips, and she begins riding me with a veracity I’d never felt before. Her breasts heave as her hips shift in a violent cadence; her abdomen. There was little said between any of us. Quinlan and Anarion had long transcended the need for idle chatter, and my 'master' and I said as little to each other as possible. The enormity of Quinlan's words and the changes that my life had undergone, more than ill temper or discomfort from my virgin experience upon horseback, robbed me of any desire for conversation.That evening, somewhere between Tilverton and Arabel —as far in the wild as I had ever been—the rift between Anarion and myself grew. The chanting also stopped at that moment. Jack clenched his eyes tightly shut and felt the full surge of the orgasm race up his penis and explode out the end of his engorged knob. Three monstrous spurts billowed out into the air and shot down the aisle of the bus between all those seats. Jack kept masturbating furiously as the last waves of orgasm pleasured his body then he stopped and everyone clapped.The whole bus clapped and erupted into cheers of delight. Jack felt ten feet tall even though.