What do we need to talk about?”“It’s nothing bad,” he answers, taking a seat on the lone hay bale in the center of the open space. Casey doesn...��t recall seeing it sitting there, but again he just shrugs it off. “I thought about how good your mouth was on my dick, and I thought that maybe you’d like to have another go at it.”The horse sits down and Casey naturally sits down on his knees between Jessie’s legs. Of course he would like another go at it. The first time was fun and new and exciting. I gladly swallowed all she had to offer.Once she rolled off my face, I slid back up the bed, laid on my back, flipped my legs up and brought my cunt to my mouth to piss, I'm still not liking the taste of morning piss, especially after having Mistress' sweet tasting pussy. I don't mind the other times of the day too much, but morning piss is just so bad; plus I wanted to make myself cum, but she wouldn't let me.Once I was done, she said, "Go shower and put the ointment on your piercings. When. On the other hand, as I've learned more about Anthony's own cravings, I have come to love the idea that he is willing to please me in any way I want, whenever I want, and is willing to go do it without expecting anything in return unless I desire to give it to him or should I say take it from him. On top of that, some of the cravings that I have developed, and that he shares, are much safer in a monogamous relationship. For example, I love that feeling as his tongue laps off of my ass the cum. The sound echoes through the room. ‘Shh…’ he whispers as the tears begin to fall. I try. I try desperately not to give into them, but I fail. Turning into him, I empty it all, releasing the pent-up despair of our parting, allowing the flood of anguish and frustration to consume me. His fingers run in my hair, his kisses rain down on my head. He holds me as I cry the tears I have tried so hard not to shed. ‘Rest, love.’ I hear him, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to rest. My eyes hurt. My.