All movements stopped, and through a slow fading of consciousness, I remember nothing until I awoke in my own secure bed hours later.John was sitting ...eside me, gently stroking my hair and forehead as I drifted back to consciousness. His eyes were locked on mine as he smiled lovingly at me. "How are you my love?"How do I answer that? How do I tell him that I now crave a good fucking? How do I gracefully admit he has won, that I have lost our critically important interpersonal battle of sexual. She cupped my balls in one hand and stroked my cock with the other. I put my hand on her breast, confirming my thought she was braless. Her tits although smallish were perfect. She pulled her t-shirt up over her tits and returned to masturbating me. Both her hands wrapped round my cock. She spat on the head and the slurping sound of a great wank could be heard as her hands stroked my cock's full length. I twitched each time her hand gripped my swollen head. She spat again as I played with one. We do have a lot to get done. I stopped working to help my lady with her class. I was surprised I had been replaced when I got there. You did do a much better job though. I always feel ridiculous trying to bow instead of curtsy. I’ll leave the two of you and head back.” Rebecka said. She matched her words to deeds and was out the door before Jake could respond.“If she needed to elsewhere why did she accompany us here?” he asked.Catherine smiled and answered, “Because she is a dedicated servant.. It turns me on in a way that would almost frightenme. . If I could think of anything but this wonderful testament to malenessthrusting away inside of me.He leans close, licking his way from my chin to my ear. The sound of hisheavy and labored breathing and the feeling of his hot breath on my neckdraw increasingly louder sob-like moans from me. Yep, I'm his. Until hefinishes with me, I'm So his.."Shut up, cunt." He says, biting down on the spot where neck meets ear, andthen licking it.He pulls.