I ask her “how is school?” she says “ Schools, School, and then mentions she likes my shirt. I say “thanks”, and an empty silence takes over... the table. She is looking down fumbling with a sugar packet. I ask her if she would like a coffee? She says, “to late for Java, maybe just a hot chocolate”. I grab some coco for her with cream on top and a decaf for myself. I put the tasty treat in front of her. She says, ‘Yummy, cream-nice touch”. She takes a spoon and pushes the cream out of the way and. She slowly positioned her mouth over the bloated head; her lovely ass was facing me and the tiny wet bikini bottom again revealed every curve and crevice! I could tell she was nervous. “Let it slide into your mouth and move your head up-and-down.” I told her.Her mouth felt incredible, it didn’t take long for her to get the hang of it. She looked up at me and giggled, she had spit dripping from her mouth. As she cleaned it up I said “let it drip”, I liked a sloppy blowjob. I could tell she. There were two hands on either side of my face, gently caressing my cheeks. I was now cupping his balls with my spare hand, gripping and squeezing in unison with my sucking of his cock. I even did the whole make eye contact thing, and he smiled and threw his head back. Damn, if I wasn’t a natural! Tim was increasing the tempo and I could hear him panting. “Get ready baby, get ready, I’m going to cum.” How? How was I suppose to get ready? What did I have to do? I was thrown for a second, but. Devon smiled and reached around him from behind to take his glass of Champaign knowing it would startle the young man causing him to be uncomfortable. Devon's favorite part of being a Master, like most masters was the power play, he loved to play mind games and push his submissive subjects to their limits. The naked slave held his tray steady and didn't flinch when Devon reached over him. He was well trained despite his obvious resistance.The large ballroom had three stages in it. The main one.