But there I was, in the middle of the living room of the house we were looking at, trying to talk about square footage and septic systems to Mr. Bokep indo Your slave, gagging on Your cock as You thrust into my mouth, faster and faster. I have no idea how I found the strength after being so thoroughly wrung out but the sudden need to pleasure You as You had just pleasured me was so overwhelming that somehow I managed to get on all fours and crawl over to You, where I rose to my knees and began tearing at Your belt and zipper, feverishly repeating, “Please, Sir, let me… Please, Sir, let me… Please, Sir, let me…”
You made no reply, Sir. “And now you’re going to come for me.”
“Oh please, yes, Sir!” I managed to gasp. I lost track of the time again and nearly got caught down on all fours by the Kellys –
