Abby chirped in chorus with him, her shrill squeals forced from her with the impact of every stroke. He would long stroke her for a while, rocking the...bed as their bodies collided. Then he'd straighten up a little and fuck her harder, faster, only moving two or three of his fat, rigid inches in and out of her, keeping himself mostly inside her, keeping her feeling full. Her feet waggled in the air, suspended on either side of his head. Her tits bounced up and down over her chest with the. Will you be wanting a tripod as well?”“I might as well,” I paused and then added, “I’m delighted with your service, Nora, and I’d like to offer you a bonus.”“Miss?” she said looking bemused.“I can offer you the services of my new slave, anna. I must warn you that she is at the start of her training and, as yet, has no great skill but my chef tried her last night and didn’t complain.”She turned and looked at slave anna letting her gaze wander over her.“If you are sure, Miss. I thought I heard. "They are very plain and unsexy, aren't they?" I replied, "The bra covers everything, you can't even see your cleavage." They're not supposed to be sexy," she teased as she approached the bed, "They're meant to cover me from your eyes." Turn around, let's see your ass in them." No, this is not a fashion show, these are meant to not show anything."She pulled the covers back and asked if I had my shorts on. I confirmed that I did and she climbed into bed.We lay in bed and talked as we cuddled;. I don't know why I thought this, but the first thought in my head was ‘I wonder if he is going to jerk off’. The second thought surprised me: ‘I wonder if I could see his cock again’. The third thought, which I quickly dismissed, was why I was excited by the thought of seeing his cock again? I was beginning to learn once my pussy began tingling, my moral compass quickly pointed due south. I quietly climbed the stairs and listened at the door, but could hear nothing. It was at this moment, my.