"Please lead me to your Master." I grinned and imagined myself saying in an exaggerated electronic drone, 'TAKE ME TOYOUR LEADER!' Sylvie led me from ...the library, through corridors and up stairs until we stood at last outside another door, on which she knocked and waited."You may enter."We entered the room and Sylvie knelt, in the now customary position, in front of Jack."Master, I have brought Master David as you directed." Thank you Sylvie, you may go."I looked about the room. All along one. I was surprised that she had not taken off her underwear and as I reached around to unhook her bra she stopped me. ‘Ed,’ she said to me softly, now kissing my neck and ear, ‘Would you mind if I keep my bra on tonight?’ ‘Sweetie, whatever you want,’ I replied. Then I added, ‘But it’s not anything I’ve done wrong, is it?’ ‘No, nothing like that. It’s just, well, being so large-busted I tend to ‘knock’ around a bit whenever I don’t wear a bra. A lot of the time, when I’m wearing a bra that’s. She wasn't shocked. She was pleased. She wasn’t jealous. She wanted me to have what I’d been craving for so long. She loved it that my dick was so big and hard and ready to burst. She wanted me to cum. "Oh, yes!" she said, "I can taste your pre-cum. You want it, don't you? You want to cum with Nick's big dick in your ass. Go ahead, baby. Fuck him with your asshole. Fuck my mouth. Give me that load!"Then it all came out in a huge gush of pent up desire. The feel of her mouth, her hands, his. ‘Hey, you’re Lucy’s boyfriend, right?’ Lucy is my girlfriend. She doesn’t bother me. I like that. ‘Yes, that’s me.’ I wonder who this guy is. ‘Quite a girl that one, quite a girl.’, he went on, with an odd smile. A bit lecherous, I wonder if he’s a relative. Lucy will get a kick out of this. I guess I should be able to describe him to her. Old, 60 or something, gray hair, tall, too fit to have been born into it – either an army man or a fitness freak. I’d bet on the former, there’s that tone to.