His feeling that he could be himself freed me up to be myself. I didn't have to soft-pedal my vocabulary for fear that I'd sound uppity to Bert and hi... friends and family. I got to listen to MY music on speakers instead of headphones.The first time he walked in after work and I was already home after a bad day at the hospital, I had something Bach on, Art of the Fugue I think. I was stretched out, leaned against the back of the sofa, my eyes closed. He sat down beside me, gave me a gentle kiss,. "Ohhhhh gawwwd oooohh gawwwd I’m cummmming again ooohhhhhh mmmm…"I knew that you wanted to rest, but I was so turned-on that I couldn’t stop myself or hold myself back. Pulling out of you for just a short while, I helped lift you up onto your knees. I wanted to stop and kiss you, admiring that beautiful sexy ass of yours, but I had to have you right then. My cock was so hard it ached, and there was only one thing that would satisfy its selfish desire. But it wasn’t just me, you too wanted the. But there was almost no hope of patience. Not really. Not like he wanted. He was so desperate to just lose himself that he felt the need to start and to not fucking stop until he had proven himself completely. His hips got to work back and forth, bucking into the tight, hot hole begging for his attention as he took plenty of top-down shots of Sue getting fucked by him. He was done with slow now, going fast at her needy snatch and letting himself become overwhelmed by his own lusts. "That's a. She peered at the state of the slave's genitals noting they were stretched to an extreme. She began to worry She might tear them off. Then she decided so what, it was his balls, not hers and she tightened four inches. It seemed like the string was so tight one could play a tune on it. But the tune did not come from the string. The arrogance of the slave left his face. He grimaced then shook his head violently and let out a shriek that pierced the room. Mistress Melissa quickly checked.