You are going to learn to be very, very, very attentive to my cock. Now why don't you get busy. I want to see you take me all the way down that tight ...ittle throat of you. I don't want to know if you have any teeth, if I feel them, you might not have them for long. Is that clear?"I nodded and answered dutifully, my gaze locked upon his monstrous schlong before me. "Yes Master, Sissy Alan understands. All the way down... her throat and no teeth." There's a good girl, now get busy and make sure. “I wonder if this is how it feels,” he thought to himself, “to be happy?” III He held her face close, his cheek against hers. He held her like that for a few minutes, and then he stood. At his urging, she wiggled back up onto the bed so her head was no longer hanging off the side. She heard him walk away. Minutes passed. At first, she merely rested. As more time elapsed, she began to worry. What if he had left? Had he left? If he was gone, what would she do? How could he leave her like this,. Her legs were crossed at the ankles. Her hands rested on her lap. She was conservatively dressed in a black dress that came down to the middle of her shins. It was plain, but clearly expensive. One thing gave away her sadness; her eyes were red and puffy from crying. A knowledgeable observer would recognize her as dressed in mourning.Ms. Smith, having learned the identity of the lady, had warned her not to hug him. She explained that he had stitches along his back and a hug could rip them. The. ’ he said loudly through the window. Rose felt a flush spread up her neck and Michael laughed as he let go of her. A surge of anger joined the embarrassment. Was it really so ridiculous, the idea of kissing her? Yes, it probably is. ‘I’ve got to go,’ she muttered miserably and gathered her things. Michael stood in front of the door with his arms crossed, blocking it. He was staring at her, again. It always made her nervous when he did that, as if he might figure out what she was thinking. .