For the rest of the train ride I kept my fingers inside her now slimy cunt. I fingered her to orgasm at least three more times. She was too exhausted ...to shake or shudder but she still pissed a little each time.By the time the train stopped her face was red from heavy breathing and embarrassment. Her eyes looked permanently out of focus. The walk back to her house was fun as I kept slapping her butt. I made sure her sister's car was not in the garage before we entered through the kitchen. If you get in trouble, go find Father. He will take care of you."Christina nodded.Nick said, "Get going, I expect to hear that Max is on his way to your Uncle's any minute."Christina nodded and grabbed her gear. She hugged Lilly and waved bye to Cal. She disappeared out the door.Nick said, "Are we ready?"Cal said, "As ready as we ever will."Lilly acted nervous.Nick said, "Calm down, everything will be fine."Cal laughed, "Yeah, like a bunch of Irish showing up for a wake sober."The three of them. “Sir!” She said stunned as my mouth closed around her vagina; for a master to please his slave was not normal. She may have had this service from another slave, but never a Master. A look of lust took her and she moaned and her fluids poured into my mouth; I drank as much of the sweet nectar as she could give. My penis was now hard and ready, I positioned it between her labia.“Sir. Please not this,” she begged.“I take you for my wife,” I said as I pushed up deep into her soft body.She lay. Or even possessed.Bob cared as much or more about how she felt as he did about his own pleasure.What Bob offered her was more fulfilling. She knew she couldn't articulate that, if called upon to explain it, but she felt it deep inside. Bob did have a grip on her heart. And she wanted him with her for as long as possible. If that meant making some rules so she could get her work done, then fine. They could deal with that.What didn't bubble to the surface of her conscious thoughts was a fear,.