He was my master and I was his slave. That was my life now. It was that following Friday that he made his proclamation to the world that I was his to ...do with as he pleased. I was on the top floor of the last dorm doing the last of the restrooms working naked as usual scrubbing the urinals when the door swung open. Cliff stepped in and as usual unzipped his coveralls stepping out of them. Snapping his fingers as if to give a command to a dog I hurriedly crawled over to him on my hands and knees.. Bridgette was genuine frightened now and then she remembered. “What a dummy !!” “ I forgot to pray for safe passage home” she thought about this for a moment then dismissed it as a dumb superstition. Just then she saw torch lights headed her way from within the forest and voices. There must have been at least 5 to 7 she counted and they were speaking English. As they drew closer she thought she recognised at least 3 of the voices as belonging to some of her colleagues. Bridgette was relieved. I quickly wrenched his underpants from his leg area and hooked them over his cock. His cock and balls sprung free as they rested on the outside of his pants. I grabbed his length and fisted it energetically with my right hand. I was watching behind me as I pumped his cock in my hand with fast little jerks, squeezing it at the same time. I slipped off the pew and onto the cold stone floor. It was a welcome cold from the heat that my body was generating just thinking of what I was about to do. I. Luckily for him, her basement door was unlocked. He crept in silently and found her in the shower. Slowly, he opened the shower door and joined her, holding her firm backside against his now, erect penis. His instinct wasn't that someone so innocent would be thinking. But oh, how he loved her perfect body and the way she carried herself. Her round, perky, breasts, big enough for his hand to hold. These thoughts had come to his attention within their first meeting. She knew who it was the moment.