>< I am on it master. >------------“Sir? Sir? “Yes?”“We will arrive at the airport in 14 minutes, sir.”“Ms. Cuch, get dressed. And when in...public, I don’t want you to refer to me with ‘master’. Just a ‘sir’ will do nicely. Do you happen to remember the way my foster mother looks like?”Ms. Cuch was the first to answer,“No Sir, I knew you are a foster child but I thought Mr. Amaqjuaq took care of you all those years.”“So you know Mr. Amaquaq.”“Yes, of course, sir, he is our Elven leader. You are. Exactly 7 days after our marriage thefirst Saturday had arrived for my maintenance. After a delightful lunch in ourhotel we returned to our room where he told me to take of my clothes and take ashower. Dried and glowing with expectation and nervousness I returned to thebedroom where my naked husband gestured to me to take my position over hisknees. He kissed me gently on the neck and the next thing I knew was a terriblestinging pain in my left buttock. I screamed and kicked out my feet in. Knowing the ins and outs of this business, Walter was well versed that a modelling career was not easy plus due to the cut throat competition, it was very short lived. There were so many exploiters around each corner, on top of plenty scumbags and the perverts making it impossible for the most girls to be a success story. He knew, how many girls; he had used only to satisfy his sexual hunger after promising a successful life in the modelling field. Looking on the other side, Walter was very. . . aaaaaaahhhhhhhh . . .” she groaned and cried out as she came.I allowed myself to cum with her, the heat of my seed erupting inside her depths as she grunted into my ear. My balls contracted with each shot of semen that I injected inside her. We slowed our humping as we both unloaded in climax, finally coming to rest in sex’s tight embrace. Our strength was temporarily sapped, and I rolled weakly to her side, my softening cock pulling wetly from her grasp. As we lay side-by-side, Angie.