Teresa was trying to get to Mark's cock so he stood up and took off his shirt and jeans and sat back down. I released her tit from my mouth also stood...up and stripped to my boxers. Teresa reached into my boxers and started to stroke my cock. With her other hand she reached into Mark's boxers and pulled out his semi hard cock. She gasped at the size of it as even in its semi hard state it was very thick with a large head. Teresa wanked both of us for a while as we continued to suck and stroke. “My dear, it isn’t like you to be so shy.” Mr. Savage smiled at me. Mr. Baxter was older than Mr. Savage. He pulled his wallet out and from a pocket inside produced a key I recognized to be the distinctive key for my belt. “Mr. Baxter will supervise any of your bathroom needs while you are at work and he will also supervise you mid-day milking when needed. You, in turn, will obviously do anything and everything he requests of you, he has my complete trust and always has since I sent you here to. She knew that he had watched her the whole time: watching her mouth ta king him in never lost its heat and erotic fascination for him, he’d told her. She grew languid and reflective as she continued to lave his softoff with her lips and tongue, wondering how much of his cum she’d swallowed over the years. Now, why would you wonder a thing like that, she thought? She slid back up the bed to face him, cupped his balls in her hand. He wiped a small apostrophe of his cum from the corner of her. He gently strokes my thighs moving up, reaching for the waistband of my panties, lifting my knees up to give him better access, they slide off easily and are tossed to the floor.He spreads my legs and burries his face in my pussy, hot breath....a flick of the tongue, a finger sliding in....oh YES. Resting my head back on the pillow, moaning softly at berties expert attentions, grasping his head with both hands, opening my legs wider, hips moving rythmicaly up and down, letting out another moan.