My breathseemed to come hot and laboured. "Is that so?" He punctuated his cool wordswith a jerk of his hand. "Well, I will have to teach you to make a...better noteof the desires of your master." Another spasm of his clutching fingers andthen release. My pulse beat in my throat and spots of black danced in my vision. "Asyou wish, Master…" I whispered the words as a fog of languor invadedmy consciousness. With an effort, I turned my head, feeling the muscles ofhis thigh move beneath my cheek.. Blye-Smyth,’ when she interrupted me, ‘Please, call me Meredith. Mrs.Blye-Smyth is such a mouthful.’ ‘Then you’d better call me Brendon,’ I replied. That settled I forgot my question, and Meredith began to serve my meal. I expect it was a good meal if her later offerings are anything to go by, but I was so busy taking in my surroundings I hardly noticed what I was eating. Actually it was not so much the room and its furniture and fittings that engaged my attention, but Meredith. She moved with. The second thing could certainly be considered relative. Even during Rachel’s ‘good’ stretches, the amount of head she gave might eclipse half a high school career for some girls. It wasn’t a secret how she operated, and she’d never intended it to be. But the past two months had been a different animal. She’d seen more belt buckles and made more Ding! noises in her head than she’d ever had during such a time frame. It wasn’t just the number of blowjobs she’d given, it was the number of. "Mmm, that's better." On the other chair, my man was matching his strokes with Rick's. Over his cock head, down again. Up, down. His hand was mesmerising as it worked his rock-hard member.Starting to feel frustrated, I wanted cock, but this was a wank lesson. Taking Rick's left hand from my breast, I pushed it under my bum and wiggled my wetness against it. "Two fingers," I breathed heavily.I watched my man's gaze fixed on Rick's fingers as they pushed into me and re-emerged shiny with my pussy.