He was blushing badly. He tried to hide it without appearing too obvious. I just stared , and grinned"Don't get so embarrassed" I teased "I've seen co...ks before" "Not mine you haven't" he groanedWe had another drink and I managed to change the subject, and another drink. He was still quite hard. "You look really uncomfortable, and it's making you tense" I said "Making US tense" I explained"I don't like it" He looked like he was going to cry"Do you want ME so do it?" I asked rather coyly"Do. 'Don't wear a shirt' my mother told me - she wanted to show my dancer's body off to them she said.I came back wearing my ballet tights and dance belt, a little self conscious because of the large bulge my dance belt always gave me and being so close to my step mother. She looked very pleased when I came in and I saw her eyes drift down from my face to my bulge - she saw me notice and blushed. 'I'm so sorry, I didn't realise what a big boy you were'. I blushed at this and posed the ballet poses. There aren’t any sounds except for the crashing waves on the shore. Even when she looks around trying to locate the cliff she was thrown from, it isn’t in sight. Sarah begins to shiver, not from any kind of cold but fear. The abuse she just went through is still fresh in her mind and will probably be there for a while. But now she is more alone than before. She thought going through what she did was the worst kind of alone, but this alone is definitely worse.Then suddenly she feels warmth. It. Between her Lord’s legs, his hardness would be coated in a combination of their juices. As their servant, it was her role to clean it up, and she’d get to work with gusto, licking fervently.Sometimes she’d fantasize that her efforts cleaning would be enough for his erection to sustain, but sometimes she’d be more realistic. If he had just finished, he would be softening.Then came her favorite part. He’d point between Sansa’s legs, and it would be her job to clean there, as well. She’d use her.