."Mark drank them down and plunged up for more. Scuttling between her open legs he craned his head and burrowed into all that pussy hair, stabbing his...tongue against her pooched cuntlips and worming its tip between them. Pam squealed and before he knew it he was eating her out."Yes, yesss! Oh Mark, eat me up! Eat me good! Good! Goo-- ooooh!"She squirmed, grinding her pussy to his mouth with automatic humping gyrations as he shot his tongue up her tight, greasy hole, tasting its juiciness and. He hadnot emptied his bladder all night and began the morning with his usual coffee,which is a natural diuretic. He untied me and I was instructed to kneelbeside the bed on a mat and some towels he had placed there earlier. Hetook my hand, pressed it against his bladder to show me how full it was. Itwas extended and bulging. He told me that I was to take all of this andnot to waste a drop of his golden nectar. I clamped my mouth shut buthe forced it open with his hands and placed his penis. His thick Irish accent was a source of entertainment to me, but I had to listen carefully to catch exactly what he was saying. I was working in the logistics department and it was fascinating. I likened it to juggling eight or nine balls in the air at one time. I knew this was going to be a challenge, but I loved that about it. I had so much to learn and for the first time, I was intimidated by just how much that was.In early July, Chug arrived in town with the Eskimos and was staying at a nice. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. You are my Master, and I will gladly tell you everything I know. But if you don't mind, I'd like to wait until the time is right. It won't be long. Please?"I felt my shoulders sag. I felt tired, and placating, and overbearing, and very, very horny. "Come here, Willie." At once, she stood before the desk and adopted a position of meek servitude, her hands at the sides, her eyes cast down at her feet. "No," I told her. "Come around here to me." She walked around.