I could hear him breathing deeper. His thrusts and pushing were faster. The one hand I had on his shaft was being pushed down tighter by my own lips! ...I couldn't believe that I could ever deep throat this much cock, but I was! My face was red, my breath coming in gasps, I was gagging, choking as he worked himself to a climax that suddenly exploded into my throat! He held my head tight as he emptied his cum into me once again.After a long minute, he suddenly released me and I sat up gasping for. I felt like telling me I wasn't a whore, have never liked being called that, but hey I am one so what can I say. Him calling me that told me more about him than it told him about me. He nibbled at the bait, time to reel him in."Well, my shift is over, had a long night, need to run, you take care" my hand fishing for the passenger-side doorhandle."Uh, slave? Uh, Jenny?" he almost panicked as I quickly scooted down to asphalt level."Yes, Master Marcus?"It was time to set the hook."Do you ever do. The lake had a sandy bottom for the most part, but the deep part under the big tree was muddy. It wasn't very hard work, but it was dirty. Gina worked as hard as Manfred and I did.At first, I tried to pick up the sticks in her path to save her the work. She saw what I was doing and just changed direction, thwarting my efforts. When she came to a big branch, I offered to help her carry it. She carried her end of the burden, showing me she wasn't just there for moral support or because her. The robes looked as if they were made of silk and constantly appeared as if they were shifting around and could fall off at any minute. The constant shifting would result in large amounts of skin being shown, more than enough to be considered indecent, but always enough that an onlooker wanted to see more, before they would shift and cover back up. The woman herself was of average height. Her soft curves and perfect skin did nothing however to distract from her face. A more beautiful woman.