Now I could have a chance to have a bit ofrelaxation time, there was no way I was going to pass up on that.Immediately I replied with, "Yes professor ...hank you professor, yourslutty bimbo will do her best to get a passing grade." Master then didsomething I thought unthinkable and with a key that was always on hisperson her removed my slave collar. This was the first time since allthose weeks ago that I had not been collared and the feelings hit mehard. Firstly it was a freedom I never thought I. Angry because He was going to take her from me and our daughter.Sometimes I was introspective. What was the purpose of faith? Why did He put us on earth?And sometimes I was simply thankful. Despite all of the bitching I did, the fact of the matter was that I had found my soulmate, we didn't lack for anything and our daughter was healthy, smart and would one day have the world at her feet.It's easy to fall into the trap of prayer. I think sometimes we convince ourselves that if we only prayed. Amazingly and so fucking hornily, you knelt down. Agonisingly slowly, which I think was more for you than me, I felt you roll the boxers down my thighs and slide them along my legs to join the puddle of clothes at my feet. I could feel your breath against my thigh and could see your face inches from my nineteen-year-old cock where it had sprung slightly forward and up against my belly button. The end was an angry red, which happens when I am very turned on.After a moment, you stood up and. "Darling, the only person not being fondled here is poor Justin. Get your hand on his trousers this instant, or I'll send you home with him tonight!" I just loved the look of horror on his face. We all enjoyed dinner after that, except hubby, of course. "That feels so good Sarah," Justin croaked, "I'm so ridiculously horny!" That was such a turn on for me. "Just think how Justin's cock is going to feel as he rams it into your virgin arse darling, I'm getting really excited about watching. You.