No sooner had he said that I tasted his release. My eyes widened slightly, not able to hold it all in my mouth. Thinking quickly, I swallowed it.Slowl... pulling his cock out, he lifted my face so I was looking in his eyes. “Conclusive proof…. You are a slut.” “I may be a slut, but I’m your slut Master.” His eyes lit up slightly when I called him that. “Your Master, am I?”Sky moved behind me once more. I spread my legs instinctively, wanting him inside of me. “If I’m your Master, does that mean. What made him click? What made him be a gigolo to older women? A seducer of young women? What's his story? I sensed that underneath his macho ways, lurked a hurt, angry little boy. Still, I knew he was dangerous and I was playing with fire. “Okay, story time.” When I said that I remembered story time when I was in kindergarten and how we sat in a circle and listened to Miss Macintosh read to us, showing pictures and how she used different voices for the characters. I loved that and knew that's. WE EXCAHANGED POSITIONS AND SOON I HAD LUBED HIS ASS HOLE. TAKING THE DILDO I SLOWLY PRESSED ALL 7IN OF IT IN HIS HOLE, HE MOANED WITH DELIGHT AND SAID TO FUCK HIM WITH IT, SO I STROKED IT IN HIM AND WITH MY OTHER HAND STROKED HIS COCK. I DIDN'T EXPECT WHAT HAPPENED NEXT CUM STARTED SHOOTING OUT OF HIS COCK IN LONG STEAMS. I HAD ONLY STROKED IN A DOZEN TIMES OR SO AND THIS WAS THE THIRD TIME IN AN HOUR. WOW WISH I COULD COME THAT MUCH.HE TOLD ME TO TAKE OUT THE DILDO AND LUBE MY HAND SO I. “Why don’t you all head downstairs and I’ll help Candy get this big lug ambulatory?”“Cool!” Jenny told Vickie. “You always seem to use these really neat words!”“Okay. Go on now. Go check on everybody else for me. Okay?” Vickie asked her.“Yes, ma’am!” Jenny replied as she scampered out of the bathroom.I’d like to be able to report that we arrived at the General Aviation Terminal at John F. Kennedy Airport in New York City only five minutes late, at 5:35am. And I’d like to report that we then.