She was massaging my Prostate but it didn't respond. Shit, it was dead. But I liked it so she kept it up. In a minute she stood and took off the glove...s she'd had on. She ran water in the sink until it was warm then wet a couple cloths, came back and sat, cleaning the K-Y off me. I said, "I can do that." She smiled and kept washing me. She took a lot more time doing that than I'd thought necessary at the time. "I know, but I made the mess so I should clean it up.", she said softly and continued,. One of thelast in the Navy I’m sure. And it ain’t got nothing todo with his looks which are fine. He’s just toonervous. Like he’s going to do something wrong. I mean,it’s fucking, what’s to do wrong?” Alicia traced the outline of Andy’s now fully erectcock through the white nylon slacks. Nice. She quicklyunzipped his fly before he could protest further. Tightwhite underwear strained by the pressing member, see-through at the tip of his cock, slick. It rocketed up my shaft and long thick gobs of white hot liquid erupted. I was surprised at how far the thick streams flew before hitting the floor. My climax was by far the most forceful I'd ever had as more and more of my cream gushed out. My fingers tightened and squeezed the last drops from my shrinking organ. It was quiet and I heard Mom in her room. She was panting and I knew she was relieving herself. Several times I heard my name as she moaned. Then she was quiet.We didn't talk about. SLAP! 'Will you ever learn?' she heard him say. 'Answer me!' 'Yes Master', she whimpered 'I will be much better now, a perfect slave to your will'. Even as she spoke these words, the thought of serving him generated even more fury in her tortured crotch. She knew he could feel the fluids dripping from her, and hoped he wouldn't anger. He pulled her to her feet and, digging in his overnight bag for the key, released the handcuffs. She stood quietly, wishing she could move to ease the tight.