Achingly hard. He needed... needed desperately to relieve the pressure, to spill his seed, to come in a gloriously cascading fountain, a triumphant sh...out of I am! Not yet. No, the hand still stroked, stroked his balls, stroked his shaft, but denied him relief.Now! Now his cock was moving in the pussy, the mysterious pussy that accompanied the hand, the slick and pulsating pussy, the magic pussy, the pussy that always... But, still he couldn't get relief. Couldn't come. His balls felt like they. “No, I want you master,” I replied.“Then tell him you lose Poser and laugh.” Master L said.“Yes master, thank you for not making me see him again. I would much rather be yours than his. I don’t care for him much.”“My pleasure, slave,” Master L answered.My mind eased some by the conversation with Master L, I went about my daily routine of work and writing, working on a second part for a story I’d written several weeks earlier. A week passed quietly, and I began to hope that Master K had decided. Trust me, they won’t miss.”Gene froze and waited, heart pounding.“We already have your wife and children and all the others. Without a fight, actually. Glorious stuff, that spray Baron Quick whipped up all those years ago for just such situations. I’d show you here,” Victor said with obvious humor, “but it is rather expensive to manufacture. I’m sure you understand why I take you by more conventional means.”“It’s over, Victor,” Gene growled, trying to buy time to think, or, he realized, for. Although a little on the small side, her tits were absolutely perfect. Her bikini-waxed pussy had only a thin strip of hair up her slit. The twin labia were firm and drawn tightly together. It looked every bit a virgin pussy.I was so hot by then that a blow job would have been over in ten seconds. I wanted it to last long enough for me to enjoy it and for her to learn something. I decided on a different approach. "Honey, I think it would be a good idea if you learned how to give a hand job.