My job had basically been to (unofficially) persuade the bug-gers not to return, but no-one ever (officially) knew who I was. Security and the police ...re required to handle brainless idiots with kid-gloves, if you get my drift? Okay, so I’d took a couple of hits over the months, but nothing serious! Where was I? Oh yeah! Anyway I hadn’t been beside Ottilie’s bed for long when my presence was requested down in A and E. The lone security guard had an inebriated patient’s two even more inebriated. In fact, I liked the subtle 'nutty' flavor; and under that, there was a faint but discernable, sweetness to it, as well! Or, that's how it seemed to me in that moment.Later, as some of the 'donors' began to leave (congratulating me once again as they did!), I watched Jackson as he rinsed out the glass where all that sperm had just been. I watched him handling it carefully, gently, almost reverentially! Then he dried it (with equal care), and wrapping it up in a special piece of cloth. ” After a small discussion my wife reluctantly agreed with me and decided to go. We were to head out after work tomorrow and stay the weekend. The next day we were all set to go when Rob informed us that his girlfriend was sick and couldn’t come along. Rob then said, “It is alright! We all now can go in my car.” My wife didn’t think this was a good idea but I didn’t care anymore. I needed the break as well as she did. We headed out in Rob’s car. I told my wife why don’t you sit up front and I. I never knew that a man could cum that much. I can tell that you are fighting so hard not to cum. You know what will happen if you cum. You look so lovely bent over the stool, red ass in the air, pussy exposed, legs spread wide by the spreader bar. You keep licking and sucking my pussy and ass. Everytime someone finishes with you, you look up to me in gratitude. Thank you Mistress ... you are the best Mistress for allowing me to be a nasty slut. Thank you for using me and allowing.