She then watched me jack off on to the towel, and there was no more said after I came. Over the next few months, whenever we would be having sex, or t...e topic of sex came up, I would tell her how horny I was and would acknowledge a little more about me masturbating. Sometimes she seemed interested, sometime surprised, sometimes maybe a little mad. Some of the things I’ve told her: • I started jacking off when I was maybe 12 years old, and did at least 5 times a week then.• I’ve tasted my cum• I. But she was also a luscious female in heat and I couldn't ignore that even if I tried. Damn the morality of such an act, I didn't' care. It didn't matter that my father had entrusted her to me and it didn't matter that I was so much younger then her. My cock was strong and hard and her pussy was wet and soft. Her husband was dead and her daughter was away. She was mine for the taking. I got on my tiptoes and flexed my entire body. My hands on her hips and my cock primed and eager to enter her.. She approached as he made his way to the door. He stopped and nodded to her. In a worried voice, she said, “You were gone a week.”In a deep rolling voice that sent chills down her spine, he replied, “It did not feel that long, Catherine.”Catherine starred at him for a moment realizing that his medallion had three parts rather than the two she had expected. Wide-eyed, she handed him the staff that she had fashioned. She said, “This is yours. I have gray robes for you, but I shall get the brown. But as he watched her he could not help but wonder what her dark love tunnel would feel like. Tommy put the paper down and picked up a folder that he had brought out with him. It was the record of item #45674 his new slave. He thumbed through it and read about her discipline problems. They had tried many things to break her but nothing seemed to work. It was at this moment that Tommy caught a gleam in the corner of his eye and managed to avoid the knife aimed at his neck. Quickly he disarmed.