She wanted more and more.I only let her stay one night towards the end. Karen and Julie, I know you knew about that as you came to change the sheets ...while she was still sleeping. I had long risen, and I should have told her to leave, but that night, she had pleasured me rather well, and I felt a slight affection for her.But I knew she was nothing to me, she had expanded her horizons as she wished, and I knew it had to end. I had confirmed to myself I was still virile, but suddenly did not. She wanted me to act like I was upper class.I did my best to avoid confrontation, and after I disappointed her enough times, she left me alone. She did like to call me a whore, and I always loudly pointed out that I had never, ever charged a guy for sex, and never would. Things weren’t warm and fuzzy at home, as you might suspect.I never cared what the fuck Mom was doing, but I accidentally found out she was fucking both her tennis instructor and the golf pro, so if Dad wasn’t home, I had to. I could hear him sending words of encouragement, telling me to concentrate on pleasuring Megan whilst he 'looked after' me. I needed no further encouragement and hungrily caressed her body, knowing the my Master was both watching and pleasuring me at the same time. It was an almost unbearable thrill to me. The more I lapped at her, the more intense the pressure from his fingers became, it was not clear even to me who was setting the pace of my mouth, was it me, or was I taking my lead. The whole day was a sex festival or sexathon for me and Sirisha. I brought the ice-cream from the refrigerator and poured it on her boobs, thighs, pussy and licked.She asked me to get the sugar syrup which was prepared for Gulab Jamun. She dipped my cock in the sugar syrup and sucked it. (I suggest my readers try this with their partners). We slept naked the whole night after a few rounds of sex in the day. Next day morning, Sirisha woke me up.We kissed on lips and I squeezed her boobies and.