She explores the taste, before sucking at Zayne’s face to find every drop. Her mouth locks onto his and she hugs him tightly against her breasts.“...lease fuck me,” she whispers. “Train me, Master.” The words roll out from her hips without even thinking about it. Then she remembers the tub and what it did to her before, but before her mind can fully grasp onto it, the thought is gone. She quivers in Zayne’s arms, rubbing her body against his hard cock. She is not herself and she is certain she. It could hold as many as a dozen or more people. In time I would come to learn the table had many unusual capacities.We normally stopped for mid-day meal some time between noon and 1 P.M., usually a little later was better because the late afternoon milking didn’t finish up until as late as 8:30 P.M., even later sometimes. Dinner (lunch) was better served later to try to match the work day’s length. Working days were normally 16 to 17 hours long, breaks in the middle were longer for the larger. I was greatly surprised to see my boss accompanied by my wife Sanjana. They must have got tired waiting for me in the restaurant. I was curious what pretence my boss had used to get Sanjana to accompany him to his room. I was soon to find out as my boss took out his photo album from his suitcase and started showing Sanjana photos he had taken at various places in the world. Sanjana always wanted to travel and I remember telling my boss about that once. I could not come out of my hiding, as I. This also meant we could have sex somewhere other than his small bedroom. Whilst he was out at work, I had a day free from university so I made the preparations. I cooked a romantic meal, shaved myself clean, put on some lacey underwear and covered the sitting room in candles. I found a porn dvd we had bought on a recent trip to Amsterdam and put it in the tv, then lay down some duvets on the floor in front. When he returned home, he glanced in the living room and laughed, 'looks good!' We.