She then called me a slut and a whore, and I moaned more, and she said.“You like me calling you names do you?”“Yes, mistress,” I replied.“Wh...at are you?” She asked me.“I am your slut and whore mistress.”“Yes, you are.”She carried on fucking me and started to use her fingers on my clit, and I screamed out my orgasm. We then both collapsed on to bed before curling up and falling asleep.In the morning we awoke still curled up together. I got up and made breakfast and took it back to bed.We then had. "Come on, baby, do it for me," Isabelle said while she clasped hishead.Emmanuel gave her a bemused smile as he decided to humor the girl.They got up and went into his bedroom before they made their way intothe master bathroom. Isabelle turned on the shower before she reachedfor her shaving gel.Emmanuel disrobed with her before they stepped into the showertogether. Emmanuel eyes examined her every familiar curve while sheset about removing the hair from his legs with her ladies razor.The sight. I wasn’t sure what to expect, although I’ll admit I wasn’t keen on the creamy, sticky texture. But the taste? Oh my fucking God! I loved it. My Nathan was sweet and at the same time, salty. The flavour was quite unlike anything else I had ever tasted, but I knew that I would want to taste him again, over and over… For the rest of my life. Greedily I licked and sucked on his cock, making sure I gathered up every last drop of his precious cum. I could hear him moaning and groaning as I devoured. Do they have reservations?" I asked. He ran a gnarled finger down the page of his reservation book, looking like a man seeking a name from a list of plague victims."Six-thirty," he said."Cool," I said. "That solves how I'll get home," I said to Ms. Brooks. Turning back to Ames, I introduced Ms. Brooks."We're supposed to meet someone named William Parker," she said. She gave me a look that said I had been holding out on her."Yes, Mr. Parker," said Ames, his face actually lifted a couple of.