He was a tall man, somewhat long dark hair, piercing green eyes. He was dressed in a light blue button up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbo...s and a pair of black slacks. He looked absolutely delectable. "Please, slave...tell me about your day." "I did as you asked, Master. I took my punishment and remembered what it was I did wrong," she muttered, looking up at him through soft blonde hair. It was not bright, but a darker blonde and soft curls that fell nearly to her waist. Her. ”After that, it was almost torture for David. Yes, it was pleasure, but in and among and on top of that pleasure was the intense need to ejaculate. He desperately needed to cum, and yet he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. Finally she opened her eyes once again and said simply, “Now.”David felt like a gallon of sperm gushed forth from his cock as the blonde High Priestess keened softly and dug her fingertips into his chest.After a few moments, she lifted herself off of him and swung her. "Thanks a bunch!" He replied, and stuffed the bills into his pocket.As that occurred, the other guys had gotten their cocks out of their jeans and slacks, and had gathered around a small table, like a night stand. On it, was a white linen table napkin about twelve inches by twelve inches square, but turned 45 degrees, letting the corners hang over the sides of the table. In the middle of that stood shiny black Fiesta-ware soup bowl; and seeing it, Mason felt his pulse increase with the. I spent several hours eachweek talking to her, explaining that this was just a job and that the moneywas helping her launch her fashion label. Fortunately, Maeve was so in lovethat she bravely hid her feelings. But I could tell she was nearing herbreaking point as the date of the grand opening neared. Tara had asked thatshe and I attend, and the thought of seeing Tara stand next to Bret infront of local tv coverage was tearing Maeve up inside.On the day of the opening, Tara asked if Maeve and I.