The taste of his cumm kept in my mouth for a couple of hours till dinner was served. But in general I was happy and felt I am on my way to reaching my...dreams. The weekend came, I took a shower before going up to him. When it was time I took my play bag as usual as if I am going to the club and left my home and went up to him, he was waiting for me in that wooden room naked. I took my cloth off till I was totally naked, then he told me to come into the bedroom. It was a small room attached to. I kept my eyes on him and I bobbed my head back and forth faster and moaned louder. We were both trying to accomplish our mutual goal. Eric gasped, “You want my cum faggot?” I replied keeping his cock in my mouth and staring up at him, “MmmmmHmm, mmmmhmm!” Then removing his cock and jerking him off I said, “C’mon feed me your cum, I’ll be your faggot!” then he shoved his cock back in my mouth and said, “You’re already my little faggot!” Eric meant it and I knew it was true. I moaned like bitch. My tongue made almost imperceptible passes over her clit, over and over. She was wiggling her ass. The rest of her body writhed.That’s when the begging began.“Please, Master, let me cum! Please Master, may I cum?”I responded firmly, “It pleases me that you are begging for your release, but I am in control here. Do you understand that?”“Yes, Master,” she said.“While I continue with you, you are to remain silent. Do you understand?” She nodded in silent compliance, almost in tears.I gave her one. I thought about our big lingerie shopping day tommorrow as well as what more sensual pleasures could await me yet that night. "Open yo mouf, girl. You gunna drink my piss." It was a statement by Tyrone, one I was not about to argue with. I knealt down in front of my ebony god, his spent cock now starting to hang down in front of his heavily muscled thighs. Spent, but still impressive in it's length and girth. Lube and saliva glazed the entire shaft and a few drips of man juice were still.