’ ‘Of course,’ he said, hoping she wasn’t going to do her usual and whisper, ‘I don’t want to do that.’ He suffered enough of that shit.... He let her throw the dice first and she moved a counter around the board to, ‘You get sucked.’ At this point she looked quite enthused, ‘What does that mean exactly?’ ‘I guess I have to suck your tits or your crack,’ he said, feeling a little flushed at the prospect. ‘If it’s my choice – I’ll say breasts.’ N8 shoved the board aside moved over and guided her. Ching Lee came to me and went to her knees on a towel with her head bowed and her hands clasp behind he back. She said, "Mistress," and waited."Look at her form, her head bowed and the position of her hands and feet. As a slave you are never to look a mistress in the eyes until you are acknowledged," I said."Yes," I responded to Ching Lee."Mistress may I speak freely?" she asked.I hesitated a bit then said, "Yes and you may stand." Mistress as you well know I have completed my entire task list. “I hope it doesn't lock up” was all I could think. First—second--third--and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in circles, doing donuts, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony's shoulders, raising his arm in victory. My bushy pits were dripping in sweat, running down my rib cage, and I could smell my own ripe jock funk. My dick twitched a bit. Mark. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs as she moved into position. Martin watched as she set to work delving deep between my pussy lips with her tongue. I relaxed and let the pleasure wash over me.Martin watched patiently, "OK?" I asked. He said he was enjoying the show. I reached over and caressed the bulge in his trousers. He shifted position a little to make it easier for me. After a few seconds he decided to undo his trousers. He stood up briefly to remove them, his pants were quickly off.