I hummed in my throat... 'mmmm' - and lazily moved against him, feeling my nipples – hard for some reason – rubbing against the coarse hair of his...chest, feeling his erection against my thigh.I asked, "Have you been awake long?" A few minutes." A real smile this time. "I was enjoying looking at you. It was the nicest waking I've ever had ... and the best night's sleep I've had for a very long time."Morning breath or no morning breath I had to kiss him; so I did, then lowered my head so we were. I had stripes on my ass and my pussy was a little sore and my mouth was a little puffy. I was embarrassed and humiliated and worried that I'd gone too far and Ollie -- or Master, as he was to be called for the foreseeable future -- was irritated enough with me that he might dispose of me, one way or another, either now or later ... The situation wasn't encouraging; Oliver had unleashed three other men on me before following them up with a slam-bang fuck that had left me totally wasted -- and. ..” She took it from him, tilted back her head and dropped some into her eye.“Is it helping?”“A little ... Still feels like something there.”“Let me look.” He coaxed her to lie on the sofa. Darren turned on a lamp. “Which eye?”“Left one.”He knelt on the floor near her face. “Look to the right ... no, the other right ... I think I see something. It looks like a speck. Hold on.” Darren twisted the corner of a tissue into a rat’s tail. Gingerly he stroked her eye with it. “It’s not budging.”“I. I reached the cafeteria and spotted my friends having lunch. Wendy saw me first and squealed. She bounded to her feet and took two steps towards me before she stopped, this flush of embarrassment crossing her fifteen-year-old face. We were the same age. Keeping her blonde hair in an elegant French braid kept her heart-shaped face clear of her hair. She had blue eyes that shone.I took her hand and then glanced at our friends. Pita was there, of course, my Hispanic friend arching a naughty.