With that hand I twisted and turned his slick member up and down and over and around, masturbating him until the pleasure was released and the come sp...nt to his belly, dripping to his hips. I held his penis like a hose, a frozen hose. Rick wasn’t too surprised to find wetness on my silk thong when he reached between my legs. I grabbed a handful of tissues from an end table and passed them to him. He wiped the jism off himself with one hand while keeping the other kneading my pussy. I joined. I wanthis hands touching me, his fingers sliding up inside flicking at my g-spot,stretching me, fucking me. God, I want him so bad! ?Sorry what?? My voice drops and I feel like I'm speaking from my center, ?I'm sorry, Master?.Something about using that word ?Master? makes me feel like I've given up controlto him. Makes me feel super vulnerable, like I'm caught in a web? this powerplay between us. I'm calling him on the primal level of energy and love andlife. I need him the same way he needs me. Her graceful finger and neatly-trimmed nail rested in a book of accounts, a book he might not have thought to search.The long-dead scribe wrote bitter pages out of his desire to bind merchants and unreliable civil servants to his will, as Raphael had done, making them swear to his Compact on the "Rod of Irel". "When the cryptic lettering flashed golden, all must obey or die," McAllister read aloud, and shared a victorious glance with Aela.Aela seemed to lose interest in the search now that. She had seen him fingering some of Kim's lingerie that shehad placed in the clothes hamper. After several days of thinking about itshe decided to tell her what she had seen. Kim was a very pretty, femmyand well adjusted girl and was her best friend....and lover. Mary and Kimalways confided things to each other, things they wouldn't tell to anyoneelse. And this was going to be one of those things."Kim, do you have a moment? I need to talk with you about Pat." She saidearly one Saturday morning..