He looks ahead and locks eyes with Jess. He isn’t sure if he should stop, and his rhythm is thrown off. Amber notices this and tries to correct the...movement, but Eric is distracted. Amber bends her head back and sees what he sees. She turns and looks at Eric. She pushes him off of her and sits up. Jess pulls back not sure if they are mad. She sinks below the fence and waits. When she pops her head back up, Amber is leaning over the table, holding on tight, while Eric slides into her from. You asked to be my sex slave, and this is a sex slave contract.”“I’m still sure I want this.”“No. Not yet. I want you to go lay this on the kitchen counter, then I want you to come back and hang your clothes in the hall closet as though you had agreed. I want you to put your shoes away too. Then I want you to come back here, because there are a couple of things you need to see before you decide to sign that contract.”“Okay. But I’ll still be sure.”“Not until you’ve seen what I have to show. When the next song began, she stood up and turned around and sat back down on my lap with her back to me. She had pulled my cock out through the top of my waistband so when she sat her bare ass was right against my throbbing cock. Oh man what a feeling. She started gyrating to the music and slid her hands behind her to the top of my shorts. She lifted herself off me a short distance and pulled my shorts down a bit so now the length of my cock was out. When she re-positioned herself, she reached. She pretended to snore and called her talk with Master intensely boring. “If you like punishment, I suggest you try listening to him drone on and on about your feelings and boundaries,” she joked.I would have loved to be a fly on the wall with that. He wanted to get a sense of how she was dealing with the changes and what she liked, didn’t like, and didn’t mind about them.I knew Emily thought a lot of this was hilarious. She also made it clear she didn’t think we were going to stick with it.