Not long after she'd gone, I got a short phone call from Natasha telling me that she wouldn't be able to see me until Wednesday, she had that much wor... to do. That left me plenty of time to try to sort out my feelings. I liked Lyn a lot, even without Sarah in the equation, but she was just too much hard work. Likewise, I liked Petra too, though she had made it clear that all she could be is a friend. I was more than happy with that.Natasha! There by lay my dilemma. I was reasonably convinced. I obediently lapped at her sweaty balls and was rewarded with a mouthfull of salty juices. Once she was hard and clean she pushed me away andput my muzzle back on. She then voiced what her look had said earlier."I'm going upstairs to give your wife a good fucking, something you couldnever do!...In your bed."Dejected but rock hard and suffering I headed for my basket as Consuelaheaded upstairs. I listened to Consuela pleasure my Mistress severaltimes through the night and my cock throbbed. I pulled in an upward movement causing his balls to rise as I sought to lick his ass-hole, taking hold of his buttocks with my free hand, pulling him closer in my quest to get the tip of my tongue into his brown orifice.The position proved too difficult so I eased my tongue back and sucked on his other ball, which was larger, so more painful as it finally filled my mouth cavity, and I started biting down on it, realizing he was getting off on the pain, my mouth watered as my teeth bit down on. Now what? The sliding door opened, and her assailant picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and stepped out into the sunlight, her face bouncing into the small of his back. They weren't in the sun long, though. He stepped through a door, and entered a grand hall, and the door clunked shut behind them. He shrugged her off his shoulder onto a soft sofa. Where was she? she looked around as much as her bindings would allow. It was a grand room, expensively and.