"I want to make sure it's good and clean," she said as she continued washing it, stroking it."Mom if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum," I said."Mmmm, tha...'s the whole idea. I love to feel you cum. I love to feel it pulsing through your beautiful cock. And spurting out, ejaculating. I love that word ... ejaculate. It's so sexual, so sensual. It means only one thing - the powerful explosion of semen from a man's cock." She put her mouth on mine and said the word slowly, sounding out every letter. She didn't say hi, or ask my name. She simply stated quietly "I need my orders."."Are you alone?" I asked her, trying to conceal my excitement."Yes." She stated in a quiet monotone."Good. Turn on video chat!" I ordered. Gently but firmly."Okay. One second" she said.I couldn't hold in my excitement, after what seemed like an eternity her face cam turned on. You could tell she hadn't gotten ready yet. She was sitting on her bed in what looked like pajamas, her hair was a mess, but adorably so.. I like Mustangs because they are cheap to buy and fun to drive. Also, you can customize the car any way you like it, there are so many Mustang parts and dealers out there who will help you to make your car one of a kind. I even drive my GT in the winter. I run it with 4 snow tires and have never been stuck in the snow. Yeah, I know there are better cars out there, probably many of the Japanese and definitely all of German models, but I like that my Mustang is made in Dearborn Michigan. Yes, I. Jerry thanked me but Rachel stopped Chris as she started to say thanks by holding up her hand and saying, “You should never thank a slave for serving you dear; it is their privilege to do so.” Jerry nodded his affirmation of her statement. Jerry was quite a bit bigger than I was and could be easily described as what Chris would call a hunk. I could see there was a physical attraction there, which did not escape Rachel’s discerning eye. She asked Chris if she would like to inspect Slave more.