He took my face in his hands and began kissing me -- on my eyes, behind my ears, up and down my neck, then finally on my mouth, slipping his tongue ge...ntly between my lips. He lowered his hands to stroke my breasts, and when I pressed them against him he gave the nipples a slight twist. I moaned aloud.Our kiss became more urgent. I reached for his cock. It felt heavy and hard in my hand, and when I gave it a squeeze he gave a grunt of pleasure.He whispered into my ear. “I’m going to run inside. Her cunt is frothy white with slime."I'll let you. I'll let you do it. Cum in me!"She has her arms around my neck trying to drag me down on top of her.But I don't. I don't cum inside her hot confines. I pull out when I feel it boiling over and let her flop down onto the couch. I kneel over her and aim my pulsing dick right at her drunk sweaty face."Here's how much I love you."I blow right between her eyes and she grimaces. I hurl rope after rope of white sperm onto her face and hair and neck. I. We'll go to the Owner's Club for dinner tonight." I'll wash you," I offered, smiling at him, opening the drain and standing slowly. I shivered and hugged myself while my Master returned to the bedroom and finished undressing."Did you meet the new houseboy?" he asked me from the other room, and I decided to be somewhat honest. I was never able to lie to Mr. Reiser anyway and he would probably know I if I did."Yes sir," I answered, watching the water swirl and drain around my calves. "I wasn't. Look what we found...LOOK!A zippered closet bag. Inside, through the heavy velvet cover, a tiny green beaded gown. A little note card attached in exquisite fountain pen script: Mme. Piaf. 1948. Oscar. THAT'S what the note on the bag said."She was tiny, like you, with big boobs. This gown might just fit..."Oh my god. Never in my life. It took a lot to get me to shut up, but this was one of those moments. Before the night was over, I had several. Judy got behind me, got me to lean forward and I.