Finally, Denise broke the silence, struggling to catch her breath between laboured gasps.“God, I’ve never cum that hard before!” she exclaimed. ...“Shit, my ass is soaked. Did you shoot your jizz on me, or something, Ted? Boy of mine, there sure was a lot of it! You must have unloaded a full quart!”“Umm, I wouldn’t know for sure,” Ted croaked, his breathing still nowhere near regular, “but something hot and wet splashed all over my foot. God, Baby, I think you squirted! Mmm, just thinking about. ."It seemed weird, to Heather, that now that she was a slave she was dressed in better finery than she had ever come close to owning.Well, actually, slave was too harsh a term. She had been sold, yes. Sold by her mother into service of the Duke. Not as a sex slave, no, although it had been made clear that her body was not hers, and "no" was never to be uttered in response to ANY order or request. She probably would be raped, eventually, by some guard or cook. Not by the Duke, though. While. The building even had a pretentious awning that stretched from the front doors all the way out to the curb. I could see how the residents loved that little perk avoiding carrying an umbrella to their dinner dates downtown. The doorman was a big burly guy bordering on obese but with that still hard firmness that signaled he was not a chump by a long shot. I did my best not to make direct eye contact with him because I feared he might think I was challenging him and the last thing I wanted today. ..Oh God! She's taken my cock in her mouth! I want to cum so bad, but shesqueezes the base and I can't! Even as she starts to suck hard, her headbobbing up and down on my sex....I'm in heaven, feeling so light headed, though the restricted breathingmay have something to do with that... Oh my... she's just licked thebase of my cockhead..And then she pulls up and I feel her place her hands on my hips andpress down... and her hips start to move hard, pumping on my face,forcing herself up and down.