I wouldn’t want you to try and kiss me or make out with me or anything like that . . .”“I believe I can manage that . . . what else?”“I woul...n’t want to do anything . . . gross.”“Define gross.”“Like . . . sitting on my face, making me lick your asshole, PISSING on me . . . you know, the raunchy stuff.”“Understood. But if I were to manhandle you a little, hold you down, make you pleasure me?”The blush returned to her cheeks. “That sounds okay.”“Good . . . and if I were to make you call me your. She wanted a small ritual of home life to fill the void she felt. It was brief, but I poured into it all the love for her that I had. I wanted her to know that I appreciated her presence and that I wasn't performing some ritual to appease her.She clung to me afterward. "I guess I miss home more than I thought. I hope you don't think that means I don't like being here."I heard the soft sniff that followed. I squeezed her against me and used one palm to smooth the still-brown hair back from the. Holding Consuela that way, I walked her across the room to the bed. After extracting my fingers, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her braless breasts, leaving a trace of her scent on them as my hands moved up to her throat and through her hair.Consuela was moaning softly as we made love for the first time, me naked, her fully clothed. When we finished, I undressed her and screwed her slowly, making quiet sounds as we coupled on the bed. When I came we were kissing, tongues tangled,. “Permission?” Jason asked, in confusion. “The food is here, eat. What is this permission?”“We are not allowed to eat until the Master gives permission. Often he would have us sit on the floor with the food there, but not allow us to eat, only watch others eat. He is a very cruel man,” August said as tears rolled down her cheeks.“The food is here. Eat. You need no permission here. It is good manners to wait until the host has started before you begin, but no permission is required,” he told.