What do you mean kind of, either she did or she didn’t. Well she didn’t at first but when she came closer I had my pajama pants down around my an...les my shirt open and there was porn on the screen. Oh my gawd what happened next. Ahem well. Well what I didn’t want to make it seem like what I was doing was bad. So I covered up and explained what I was doing. Did you do anything to her? You mean did I fuck her right? Yea of course. No I didn’t fuck her but, I talked to her about masturbation. You. Please, please know that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."She didn't answer him, crying and still angry, but knowing deep down that she would forgive him. She loved him too much not to."I love you, I'm sorry I ever thought you cheated on me. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that." You think I'm a slut," she repeated in a whisper."I don't! Jen, I don't! I love you, more than anything. I was just mad. Please?" I love you Ryan," she said, still sounding a bit angry. "I can't stay mad at. I sucked and bit her nipples for around 10-15 mins. She was moaning and shouting with pain and pleasure. Entire room started echoing her sounds.To reduce the sound, I put one of my finger in her mouth and started licking it with moans. She was shouting “babe, I am all yours. Make me your bitch, bite my nipples, eat them etc etc..”. She was horniest at that time. After some time she removed my dress in one go and started to suck my dick. She was a pro dick sucker. I started moaning and after 10. ." Then what?"She looked at him again, her eyes, almost full of tears, pleading, hoping, hungry. "Me, Milord. I will be your whore."Owen was dumb struck."I will be what you need to sate those cravings, Milord. I have watched and wished, and I have those same hungers . . . Please, Milord, use me . . . let me be your whore."He could not think of what to say. Her plea, her offer, it was much unexpected. It was . . . too perfect. She was so ripe. So ready for the taking. So full of life and youth.