We could pretend otherwise and I liked that. I wanted him inside my body.I held his balls in my hand, rolling them gently while he pushed with hips, g...etting anxious. It felt good for both of us and he was nodding, working his shaft between my lips, over my tongue and occasionally into my throat as I opened for him. I slipped my mouth away before he could cum, kissing and licking down the underside. I took his balls once again into my mouth. I wetted them thoroughly, sucking and making soft. I poured myself a big bowl of Malt-O-Meal Golden Puffs. When I was growing up they were called Sugar Smacks, but in the time of P.C. they had been renamed. They were still my favorite morning filler. I made them all soggy with the whole milk I slathered all over them and sat at the wrought iron and glass table. I brought the carton of OJ with me. I refilled the glass three times before I was done.I rinsed the dishes and stuck them in the stainless steel dishwasher. It looked kinda empty, one. But at least now she had put those nagging doubts about herself to rest.She felt a lot better having sorted through those worries. But she still had troubles weighing on her mind. The wounds from Bert and Jeff’s behavior down on the beach were still raw for her.It got to the point where Marcy realized the bath wasn’t going to do her any further good. The water was practically tepid by that point anyway, so she reluctantly decided to get out. She had no idea how long she’d been in there. It felt. Here is my diary entry for Friday and Saturday.Friday night.My journey to your home was an adventure in its own right, the balls in my cunt set up delicious rippling feelings in my cunt and this caused the Thai beads in my arse to come alive.When I arrived at your Home, Master, I was on the verge of a large orgasm, and it only took the merest touch of your finger on my clit to trigger it. Then you ordered me to strip and clean the coffee table, I knew I was in trouble, the movements I needed to.