Somehow it is gratifying. I do not mind being your bitch sir. The only difference with my old life is that instead of just getting what I want I now h...ave to wish or ask for it.”I remembered I should ask Mr. Merculief why I would need a male thrall.“Please tell me why I have a male thrall? I can do without the mental strain of a male needing his fix.” “Sir, I am invaluable to you for your self-preservation. I am a krav-maga expert. Being your thrall you have direct and unhindered access to my. I could not wait to fill her up. I looked over at my wife and she was now facing John and sitting on him grinding her hips. Looks like they had already taking the plunge. My hand moved from her nipples and I spread her legs wider, she was now breathing hard "Fuck me now please fuck me" I obliged and picked her up by her thighs and my cock sprung up and my head hit her pussy hard like a whip. She let out a gasp and I let her sink back down hard onto me. She was so wet and so tight I almost blew. I saw the full grown female breast for the first time in my life. I was overwhelmed with lust. I put my lips on the uneven surface of soft mud. She was like electrified. I kissed here and there. She hugged me tightly which was positive indication to go further. I was kissing like mad. Her boobs were more grown than Pamela Anderson has, with blackish areola. I smelled her skin, she used perfume that mad me mad. I was trying to go further. I slowly put my self down the hill to the plane surface. The lawn in the back was somewhat larger. The boy down the road was a freshman in college but he looked like he was still in high school. He was around 6 ft tall sandy blonde hair. He had the long kind of muscles that you would find on distance runners. Looked like he had worked out on his upper body but his legs were skinny. He said "good morning" to Sara and she replied "the verdict is out on whether it is good or not we will see." As he mowed the lawn I could see by her body language that.