They’re down around my ankles and he’s on his knees before me, in his eyes a reverence I’ve not seen before. There’s a broad smile as he gazes...at my nakedness. Sir Marcus! My thighs are parted so he can feast on my most private parts and I ought to close them, but I know this is what I want.He strokes up and down my sex, his soft touch giving me such intense pleasure. He’s stopped and now his fingers are opening me, exposing me. He’ll see how wet he’s made me. Will he take that as compliance?. " an evil sexy smile appeared on her face and I felt my dick starting to get hard. "Go ahead. Or do you need some help with it." she said lowering her hand and grabbing my dick. "I think you have already helped immensely." said I with a little moan of pleasure escaping my mouth. Her fingers were unzipping my fly and grabbing my cock. I didnt lose any more time. I lowered my own hand and slid it between her thighs. Still looking at the board she started to stroke my cock in a nice slow drawn out. I held onto her clit.When her arms relaxed a little and she let go of the edge of the bed I let go of her clit. A minute later I slowly worked the butt plug out of her and cleaned her ass with a warm wash cloth.She smiled, grabbed my hand and pulled me onto my bed so that I was laying on my back. "I have a very special gift for you Peter" Lori said as she pulled the sheet down. She then unbuckled my pants, pulled them down along with my briefs and exposed the pole underneath that had been. I obeyed. "Thrust out your breasts," he said. I pushed them forward even more than before, and pulled my shoulders back for emphasis. When a slave girl kneels, it is usually in a position of relative relaxation, retaining freedom of motion in all directions. Now my body was rigid, my knees as far apart as my body could bear, my breasts straining forward for my master's attention. I hoped he liked what he saw."I hear you are the hottest new pony in my friend M. Arnaud's stable," he said after.