”“Well this simply won’t do!” she exclaimed, a coy smile spreading across her face as she crossed the room and grabbed him by the chin. “Eve...n naughty slaves deserve a treat on their birthday, and you… you’ve been so very good.”She released his chin and placed her hands on her hips, thinking for a moment. “Yes, I know just how to resolve this. I will grant you one wish. One wish, as long as it’s a reasonable request and within my power. So, Cheshire, tell me… what does your heart desire?” She. I tried my best to comfort her and talked about our amazing future; I also reminded her that she would be seeing him again in just four short days which cheered her up a little.During the journey home, Jen would constantly ask me if I was happy with the way things were and each time I reassured her that I was very happy with how things are.“You don’t hate me for turning you into a cuckold husband, do you?” Jen asked.“Of course not babe,” I replied.“Martin asked you not to call me babe,. “But it is a bit loose, not like you, you have a cunt like a steel trap.” “Am I as juicy as her?” She demanded. “Let’s see!” I got my hands under her arms, lifted her up off me with a tearing sensation and put her on her feet, standing on the couch, my head buried in her burning hot, soaking pussy, I licked deep. “Oh God yes, you are much juicier, and you taste fantastic!” She bent her knees, pushing her crotch harder to my face, I swirled my tongue as deep up her as I could, unable to talk,. I responded, only to have her pull away once again. I felt hurt but inquisitive as well.She was kissing and nibbling on my neck with a new found fury. My pants became painfully obvious when she released my aching tits. I watched as she gobbled my huge melon into her mouth. She had latched onto me like she was a nursing infant. I didn't mind. Her hot oral cavity was making me feel so needy. I needed her, I needed her tongue. I needed release.She worked her way down across my bare belly. Much in.