She then said slave you can stop. She then said ok slave I will now let you fuck me or should I say I am going to fuck you. She said roll over on your... back which I did. I felt her straddle me and put my cock in her. She rode me to another orgasm and with that I shot my cum into her pussy. She then rolled off me and straddled my face and said now slave clean up your mess. I cleaned up our mutual cum. She again rolled off me and said you did good slave. I said thank you Mistress. Mistress then. A small curl dipped down to the middle of my forehead as I studied the words I’d recently typed. My lips pursed as I blew air up towards it, in an attempt to move it, rather than my having to lift a finger from the keyboard. It didn’t work and I leaned back into my comfortable computer chair, sighing softly as my hand reached up and tucked the stray, dark brown curl with red highlights back in place with the rest of my hair. I have curly hair, the same as my father had before he died in 1992. Uncle Jeff strolled out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. Shortly, I heard him peeing in the stool, and imagined his big dick hanging out of his jeans and a yellow stream running out of it. I rolled to the side of the bed, sat up sleepily, considered the events of the past few hours, a feeling of warmness filled me, and my dick throbbed with a massive erection. Getting out of bed I walked to the bathroom, pulled out my dick and with great effort peed in the stool and the erection. I was covered with sweat and it felt like I had a small lake under my ass. "Did someone have sex in this room?" I asked. "I smell sex." Maybe" she said. "I need a shower and some clean bedding. If this bed is as wet as it feels, we may have to go buy a new mattress." You are indeed a woman of bountiful fluids," she said. "I felt like you peed in my face one time." No wonder my mouth is so dry," I said, as I struggled to get out of bed. "Get your ass in here and clean up your mess," I told her.