I told him, "That’s fine, I don’t mind." I put his dick in my mouth, and got the feeling I got the first time I did it. It was warm, and it felt r...ally good. I rubbed my tongue on his head a little as I did it, and he seemed to like it. After giving him a mini blowjob, I checked the clock and once again saw we were running short on time. I told him since he came last time and I didn’t, that we should switch it and I should cum. He agreed, and he started to stroke me with his right hand. It. The Present… ‘The plane now boarding at gate seventeen…’ A hand clasped mine and when I looked into her eyes I tried to smile. Amy Baxter leant between us and kissed my cheek. ‘You’re going to miss the party.’ ‘I got Ruth to send my apologies, the partners know something important has come up and will cover for me while I’m gone. Come on, we have a plane to catch.’ ‘How did you find me?’ Amy gave my hand a gentle squeeze. It was a stupid question, she knew everything, and I had no secrets. It had started to become a habit to do it before his classes. All because he was not able to get his shit together and move on from her. His thoughts, whether consciously or not, always drifted back to Molly. He knew it was incredibly wrong, but perhaps that was part of his drawl to her. Or perhaps it was those incredible, large green eyes and plump soft lips. He didn’t actually know if they were soft or not, but he sure could imagine, and he imagined them on his and on other parts of his. Slave: Master, please. She can barely gasp the words out, tears welling up in her eyes as she realises she can do nothing to escape. Master: Silence! I am not finished with you. I will want to hear you scream and beg, but not yet. And be warned, provoking me now will make it so much harder for you later. The slave swallows hard, biting her lip to prevent the sobs that she can feel rising in her chest. Slave: Yes Master. He opens a box and takes out a fine silver chain with two vicious looking.