My hips jerked a little at the feeling of his teasing tongue. Damon’s tongue was resting on my clit as his lips closed around it to suck on my throb...ing clit. I could feel one of his fingers tracing the inside of my right thigh. He continued to suck on my clit, his finger now making small circles on my pussy lips. My hips were moving even more, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to feel his tongue deep inside of me; I wanted to feel his fingers inside my tight wet hole. His finger started to explore. ..I'm in the family room." It was dark by now, and there was no light in the room other than the street lights outside. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw her sitting on the sofa - but only her outline. The room smelled from her 120mm cigarettes and the sweet smell of the imported cognac she drank. "Sit down and tell me where you have been keeping youself," she said. Her speech was noticeably slurred, and I could tell she had been drinking for some time. I told her I had been working. My master told me to wait for half an hour, and then come up to the room. I drank straight shots of tequila while I waited. I found I had mixed feelings. I was nervous about what was about to happen. I wondered if I could do it. And I was thankful my servitude was almost over. But I admit, I was also curious, and a little bit excited.When it was my time to go up, I was still very nervous, though my head was swimming from the booze. My master would have told whoever was there, I knew, what I'd. Releasing a breath he wondered about Jesse and whether she might be right. He’d always dated women that were, he supposed, equal to him in the looks department. Shrugging he scratched his head, maybe you just can’t control who you’re attracted to. Gage went back to the living room relaxing on the sofa while channel surfing. The next morning was rougher than most. Just the thought of breakfast sent her stomach into a fit. Shuffling out of the bedroom head down she made it to the kitchen and.