I allowed his eyes to devour my perky breasts and vagina for a moment. My vulva was barely concealed with a very thin covering of fine blonde pubic ha...r that seemed almost translucent.I leaned forward to take Gary’s penis in my mouth for just a moment; to taste him and to allow him to feel my tongue around the ridge that separates the head from the shaft. Gary moaned appreciably as I took the very tip of my tongue and probed the tiny little opening to his urethra gently; his penis arched up as. We melded into each other's body and spent time exploring each other. I don't know when we actually joined our loins. It seemed like one minute we were kissing and fondling; the next we were writhing around on the bed with my cock deeply embedded in her pussy. I felt her cum, relax, and then begin to build again. I was almost sure she came twice more before I did.We lay there spent and exhausted. I passed out with my cock still inside her.Sometime during the morning, Tamara pulled herself out. He stood outside their school, waiting for her to come trotting down the stairs. He knew she wouldn't fly into his arms like she used to, but hopefully she would stop, and at least allow him to hold her hand, or would rest her hand in the crock of his arm like she usually did.A glimmer of sun caught her golden blonde hair, and she air kissed her best friends as she bounded down the stairs. It was very movie-esque how her hair blew out behind her, and her head was turned back towards them,. “I did that ONE time, Sir!” I pouted. Master was trying to teach me that as a sex slave I should not focus on my own pleasure. I should get wet when he wanted me to be aroused and I should not be when I should be focused on work. My body doesn’t work that way but sometimes he winds me up and then doesn’t let me finish. I know he is doing it intentionally and it is very hard to resist the urge to finish myself off.“So you are going to tie up my hands while I am in it, Sir?” I grinned.“Yep,” he.