They shone with all the beauty and warmth I had ever felt for her. Her lips moved silently as she mouthed the words, “I love you.” My breath caugh... in my throat as the chains of my indecision fell away, clearing my path, my vision, my will. In a second my mouth was open and I was leaning forward, sucking his fat tool for all I was worth. And fuck if it wasn’t wonderful! The glorious flavor was a feast for my taste buds, the feel of my mouth, filled with flesh, throbbing, sexy flesh…it. We played cards late at night, passed around cheap bottles of wine, smoked some occasional pot, and pretended we were sleeping while horny young hippies fucked like rabbits in the bunks nearby. I saw it all, Stonehenge, the Roman baths at Bath, the Cotswolds, Oxford, the beaches of Brighton, Shakespeare’s girlfriend’s house in Stratford-upon-Avon, lots of cathedrals including Canterbury, the castle at Leeds, the whole damn country. I’m sure I missed a lot, but I met some wonderful and crazy. "Well," she thought "there are so many guests here every night, maybe he was here before." Just as she reached the coffee machine his friend got up and walked towards the exit when he turned around and said "Hey Jon," and continued in Dutch. HE replied something in Dutch as well, but even if it had been in English she wouldn't have understood,... "JON?!" That was her former Master's name. They were speaking Dutch, and her former Master was from the Netherlands. "No," she thought, "that would be. “Ohhh, yesss,” she purred as her hips pushed back on the head of my cock.“You want it?” I asked.“Yes, please,” she said with a pleading tone.“Tell me how bad you want it,” I growled as I continued to tease her with the head of my cock.“Please, I need your hard cock inside of me,” she begged.I growled deeply hearing her plea and grabbed a hold of her hips as I slid my cock inside of her. She gasped as I slowly filled her up. When I was balls deep, I slid back out and then back in. I picked up.