You are not a man, you are my whore.” As she told me this, she was breathing heavily as she continued to grind her body against me. Her hands were i...n my boxers, holding my hard cock, digging her nails into it. “I have waited so long to make a man my slut, I have waited to stop being the shy mouse that people pass by without noticing. Now I am the dominant one, the one in control, the centre of attention. Now I want you to get back on your knees and crawl back to the kitchen. I hope you remember. "That sounded like a challenge. And those light blue eyes showed it, too. But there was something else also. Hint of fear? Anticipation? Or just my imagination."Fine by me. Should I pick you up at six - or earlier?" Can you make it at five. Gives us more time to get to know each other."That look in her eyes, again."I can make it. However, there is still one minor detail..." Give me your phone."Soon I heard a chirp from her pocket and she gave my phone back to me."Now you are one of the. My orgasm rips through my body and so much wetness seeps from my pussy over her fingers. I look at her and she's smiling and I wish I could say something to her. She looks at Master and they exchange a few words, just mouthing to each other as I lay there and recover. Whilst I am still unable to move, Clare moves up my body and settles with her legs trapping my arms under her. Her neatly trimmed pussy is positioned above my face and I can smell her arousal and see her puffy lips wanting. He sucked the lips into his mouth, and licked between them to lap at her wetness. When he never came back to her swollen nub, she felt as if she was going insane. Insecurities forgotten, she moaned aloud, ‘Emmett, please. Oh god, please.’ Her hips rocked gently with his ministrations, wanting to direct him to her clit. Finally, he gave her another peck on her clit before licking circles around it, and sucking her into his mouth. Her hand gripped the couch and the hair at the back of his head..