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 re...ponded 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 more tiny lick, then I unleashed my full desire on her. I sucked her clit. Everything staying warm in the oven, champagne breathing; good to go. Then a knock on the door. It's unlike her to be early he thought as he answered the door. It wasn't her, well not his fiancée Jennifer anyway. It was Fiona looking drop dead gorgeous (as usual) in a slinky black cocktail dress (which was not) that had a décolletage that almost went down to her belly button."Hi Jeremy" she said in a very low and throaty tone. "Hope you don't mind me coming over unexpected.". From that night on we were inseparable. What had started as a keen interest in my cock, had developed into a wonderful union and a great life together. Soon after college, we were married and we found a great house together. Her parents welcomed me to her family with open arms, and I was given a job with her father's corporation. Kelly was already set up with a monstrous trust fund, and they had given us a ton of money when we were married, so we lived a very comfortable life. Soon after we. His cabin might be small, but it had all of the amenities, including a small but modern kitchenette in one corner. Then she looked at him, as though studying his appearance. Greg knew what she was seeing; a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties, of about middle height and weight with blue eyes, his hair medium brown, a couple of shades darker than her own."I'm Greg Barstow, the man who rescued you. What's your name?" I'm Bambi. "She sat up, smiling sunnily up at him. "Are you my new.