One, two, three, four and on five I let the tip of my cock get squeezed out of his arse.More, more, was all that Aiden could say, don't worry I was go...ing to give him more but I turned him over and directed him to sit on the couch. Aiden figured out what I was intending and sat on the edge of the couch and spread his legs and I knelt between his legs.This was the first time I had seen Aiden shirtless from the front, and he was ripped. I ran my hands down his hairless chest, over his rippled. She didn't bother to strip, I think she thought I might change my mind and was anxious to see my reaction. She definitely was turned on being in control. She removed my clothes completely, taking her time so I could contemplate her every move and when she had me nude she sat between my legs positioning me on my back completely stretched out.She made a fuss over drizzling the oil over my cock from some height and then gripping it and tracing each vein as she stroked it; Her hand inverted going. " I was the front seat passenger and glanced behind me just long enough to see that both Gina and Steve had hands on Gina's legs, Gina pulling a wry expression. I joked that they should stop, that I wanted to get to bed alive(!)We got back to the hall and sat on the mezzanine in the common room. We were the only three there. The mezzanine looked like it had been part of the 70s spending. The place was full of those minimalist leatherette easy-chairs that school staff-rooms used to love,. Slowly I made my way back to the kitchen and started the daily grind of a slave. I made the gruel, which supposedly was “scientifically formatted with the health of your slave girl in mind” yet still managed to taste like dry oatmeal. Is it any wonder I supplemented my diet with leftovers from my Masters plate?Since I tended the garden I could add a few berries and other fruits to it as well. Even then it was barely edible, but again, I was only a slave.My indoor housework took only an hour or.