“Yours, Sir” “Who owns your cunt, your ass, your body, your mind, your soul?” Each word is punctuated with a deep thrust. “You do, Sir. Yo... do.” You’re cumming helplessly now. Your words mixed with sobs mixed with moans mixed with cries of passion and pleasure. And it has all taken me far beyond my own lines of self control. I lift you, my arm under your breasts and my hand cupped under your cunt. Your still cumming. I lay you over the arm of the chair, your face in the center. As I release. “Fuck, Danny, your shirt is soaked.”“That’s all you, Kelly. So is my face and tongue.” He pulled the shirt off, and dropped the sodden fabric on the floor, where it landed with a wet sound.“Baby, when I came… I love sucking your cock, Danny, love the taste of your cum. I love to swallow it, but a lot of girls talk about spitting it out, or just jacking a guy off on her tits, or in her hands. But I love swallowing cum. Does that make me some sort of pervert?”He stroked the side of her face with. My good feeling was short-lived since this morning there was no coffee or breakfast waiting for me. One look from sad-looking Pam told me that this morning I'd better look for breakfast somewhere else. I shrugged, took some money with me, and walked a bit. It seemed that my evening activities had pissed Toey off royally.Only then did I remember that I had not paid anything for my last massage at the parlor. I decided to take care of that before starting my next renovation step. I knew that. I was a good girl, you know, and didn’t let them get inside me even after you took my virginity. I have some honor, don’t forget.”“Shit, we’ve run out of time. I’ll talk to you in a few days so be thinking about what I said.”[a few days later on the satellite phone]“Have you thought about what I said?”“Hey, don’t be so difficult. I had dinner with an old boyfriend last night. No, I didn’t fuck him but I sure wanted to. We did get each other off like we used to though. You know, those ways you.