But it was the size of his tool that pleased her as it was wider than any she had ever had before, though at first it was a chore as his seed was in a... league of its own, his great bollocks swamping her each time and being a problem in the drainage department. But they say you can adjust to most things in life and by the weekend she not only could accommodate him, she, was realy enjoying him and she had come to terms with her seepage being a nuisance, by the use of pads! They arrived home to. I was a bit dizzy, George sat up slightly more to support me until I came to. “Baby, what just happened?!” “You basically just proposed… my body just reacted… that was weird.” I pushed myself a bit away from his chest, regaining control of myself as I slowly sank onto my butt in case I lost my balance again. “Please don’t do that again, I nearly had a heart attack.” I smiled, my eyes remaining on his worried expression. “I can’t prevent that from happening, it’s what you do to me.” He half. I assumed it was for cufflinks, studs, and collar stays. Also on top, in a silver frame, was an eight by ten black and white photo of a much younger Betty, wearing a 1940’s high-style one piece bathing suit, and holding a trophy. She was wearing heels, and stood with one knee in front of the other, facing the camera. She was posing just like the Betty Grable pinup that I remember seeing on the wall in my dad’s workroom. She was wearing a smile, that had it been any broader, would have hurt her. Ted grabbed his beer from my hand but John just looked at me and then he spoke "ON YOUR KNEES BEFORE YOUR MASTER" I dropped to my knees and my head was starting to swim. AS I looked up John pulled his towel off and spoke again "SUCK YOUR MASTERS COCK SLAVE" Which I did. I hadn't saw a cock in almost 7 years so I really loved the feel of his beaufully black cock going in and out of my mouth. After some time Master John grabbed the back of my head and said "I'm cumming" and he did my mouth was.