Her dress was already hitched up, and I put my hands down to pull her backside tighter to me, discovering she had no panties. She giggled, “I was a ...girl scout, Be Prepared is my motto.”I dug my fingernails into her buttocks and she squealed. “Mmm, you wanna play rough? Rough it is, baby.”She shuffled up the bed and straddled my face, pushing my arms down above my head. Her glistening bald pussy was right in front of my eyes, and I flicked it with my tongue. “You gonna have to better than that,. .." the woman was telling me and her words meant very little except that there was no Master for me there.Sometime later, maybe a week or more after my futile and incomplete search of the house for a newspaper, the paper which advertised for things like dog girls and presumably Masters, I brought up the subject with Joe during one of his evening visits.I was signing a check, slowly and deliberately writing my name on the bottom so that Joe could buy more food and vitamins and soap, and all the. She would stop a moment and move on. She nearly caught me jerking my cock more than once.Everything this night was different I thought. Of course I was generally asleep a little earlier and I guess it was really only different than the previous night. Only slightly different than all previous nights to that one. I guess the main thing that was different was her taking a much earlier shower, and spending longer in the bathroom than the night before.When she did come out what I saw really took my. So after a couple of weeks of some amazing earth shattering sessions, one night as we ate, Gong and Nimble stood up holding an amazing wooden phallus, about two feet in size. I still have no idea where they got it from. With much ceremony, they awarded it to Sock. It was engraved with the words "Longest and Loudest." I suppose I should have been embarrassed, but instead I simply took all my clothing off, crawled over to Sock and up into his lap, and kissed him my own big thank you. I spent.