I relaxed alittle. Then I screamed not loud but loud enough to echo from within my prison. I don’t know how much time has passed. I actually started...to miss the company of my master. Damn I said that fuckin word. I smiled I felt I was starting to like him. Fuck am I crazy? I fingered my way off the floor and on to the bed. I found my drink and finished it. I laid down and started to fall asleep. Fuck he didn’t even eat the booty like groceries! I fell asleep thinking about who he was. Was he. You slide my cock up and down your labia, the sensation of my stiff cock, and our wetness together is mind blowing, Up and down your lips from the entrance of your pussy to your clitoris, not only are you teasing my hard prick but your teasing yourself as well. You use the head to circle your clit, its making you wetter and hornier by the second, little moans come from you each time you circle your clit. You move my cock to the entrance, remove your hand and say “ When your ready, fuck me” , I. I didn't think his cock could get any bigger but the position he took added a whole two inches. I slammed his cock down on my face again to show him how huge he was. It wasnt there long before he moved back and rammed his cock down my throat again repeatedly. I moaned and gurgled on his cock. I was loving this. He pulled his cock out and wiped it all over my face, making me glisten with my own saliva. I was truly G's little slut now. He could do whatever he wished with me and I would love it.. I tried to think of things we could do together, places he might like to go.I don’t think the kid was lonely, but just having someone nearby to talk to, appeared to fill some void. Maybe it was having an adult he could trust who really listened. In a couple of months, things had changed between us. He was more relaxed and comfortable around me. He still called me Mr. Mathews instead of dad, but it somehow was less formal. It just became the name he used for me.One Saturday morning I’d gotten up.