I couldn't find theright words in the beginning but then somehow I knew what to say. I beggedmy king for his forgiveness; I promised not to displease ...im ever again. Therewas a pause. He didn't say anything. Somehow I knew that I had to wait. I remainedthere, kneeling by the bed, ready to wait there all night if I had to. Aftera few long minutes he stirred and looked at me. "Do you want to come to bed?" heasked. "Yes, please, my king." I replied. He let me lie down next to him. I wasalmost. "Blushing bright red, Lucy almoct whispered, "Navy blue, Mr Collins." Are you wearing them now?" I continued.It became obvious that Lucy was slowly gttting turned on as all she could manage to do was nod.Beside myself with sheer joy, I saidsoftly, "Show me how you masturbate, Lucy, please."Trembling visibly, she sat watching me for a few moments till she reached down and took hold of the bottom of her school skirt, slowly lifting it up till it was right up round her waist, exposing her lovely. How could she do that? Not complaining, mind you, but this was completely outside my experience.She took her mouth off for a minute to explain. “It only takes a little practice, Gramps. The boys we trained on weren’t as big as you and couldn’t last as long as you do, but they helped us overcome the gag reflex that limits most women.” Then she gave me one more example, complete with hum. Damn! What sensations accompany vibrating vocal cords!“Peaches” popped her mouth off me and restored my. After she was no longer fresh, he could indulge his own pleasures with her. But now, he needed to teach her how to serve and give her enough hope to motivate her to serve well.He eased his knees off his arms. “I’m getting up now, but if you want to live, don’t move. Do you understand?”“Yes, sir,” she said, with a tremor in her voice that went straight to his cock.When he got up, the whore lay obediently still. He set up his spanking bench, arranged his implements on a nearby tray, and got rope.