His face was slack, his eyelids low slung, his mouth hanging open. His arm hung down in front of him, his hand already working himself. “Hi,” he m...anaged to croak.I exhaled, feeling a smile rush across my face. “Hi,” I heard myself gasp, and my left hand began to caress my breast. I gasped again when my fingernail flicked the nipple, and my other hand went up to follow. I faced him front on, kneading both of my breasts, pinching the nipples, and then opening my knees wide so he could see all of. Then a loud moan. Yes, that feels good. My eyes fly open. In my self pity, I didn't catch that he had finished my side and his fingers were working on my pussy again. No, not fingers. He was rubbing his cock against my pussy. Then he was inside of me. I was wet and had been having sex regularly but his size still made it a tight fit. Very tight. I felt him deeper inside than I've felt in a long time. Suddenly the gentleness that he had used throughout the entire massage was gone. He drove into. I step out and move round to Your car as You open the boot and take out an overnight case. “So have you figured out what your surprise is yet, My slave?” You say mischievously as You close the boot and lock the car. I gaze up at the huge building. “You’ve got a room booked, in there..?” I say, and pathetic as it sounds, I know my voice is awestruck. “I most certainly have, slave. Only a room though, not a suite, before you get too excited.” I know that this sort of thing. By the way, what harem? Two, three girlfriends max, a lesbian girlfriend to one of your own sweet girlfriends, and a boyfriend. Big deal. I got a harem myself by that standard! It’s not like you’re suddenly Brigham fucking Young or whatever!” Jamie mocked the idea that I was some kind of sexual deviant just because I now lived with her, Michelle, Ana, Carly, and Oscar, three of whom really needed a place to crash, anyway.“And there are FAR worse ways to handle this mess, you know. At least you.