Sara informed me that if I joined the Master, this would be my suite. I could not believe it: There was a drawing room that I imagined would rival one... that a queen might have, it was bigger than the whole of my parent’s tithe cottage and then some! Well appointed with sofas, desks, chairs, tables and bookcases. Off the drawing room was a bedroom with a balconied veranda overlooking the park, a large four poster bed and built in wardrobes, and off this there were two little rooms – a boudoir. Denton continued on like nothing had happened. At the end of the night, he left giving my dad a handshake and my mom a kiss on the cheek. He was walking home because he only lived two blocks away from my house. I waited a few minutes, and then said I was going to the store for ice cream. I walked out the front door, my legs quaking, my panties soaking wet. A trickle of sweat dripped down my back. I practically ran to his house. I pounded on the door with both hands. He opened the door and. I squeezed it just right and moved my finger around, and around its underside, this fingers started to move faster and I squeezed a bit more and increased the speed of my hands' motion, he moaned over my own moaning, and no thought crossed our minds when we both cummed on each other. Though I was dry and only a little bit of transparent came out of my dick, but his large hairy balls were pumping and feeding a gushing fountain of glorious cum that hit my face hard and hot. -oh, oh, oh,. I could sense him tense up and wait, but as soon as I relaxed and breath rythmeticly on his hand, he continued with his little grope.What surprised me next was not the crotch feel I anticipated, but that he undid his zipper and eased his cock out, and right into my face.I remained still as he found my warm nipple again and resumed his playing until it swelled again to his manipulations and now he knew I was responding.He started to masturbate across my face and his cock head was over my mouth.