So why are you explainingyourself?" "I justdon't want you to think that I'm a slut or anything." "You'renot a slut," hestroked my hair, then adde...d, "But I wouldn't mind if you became my slut.My obedient black slut." He strokedmy hair once more then laid back in bed while I digested his last words witha furrowed expression. Then before long I was drifting off into a light,brief sleep. * Webecame closer over the next month. He craved intimacy and was very demandingof it. He often. In her mind, I’m sure she was thinking she was keeping me at a slow boil while she was enjoying her lips and clit being licked. Of course the sight of her salmon lips, auburn hair and delicious taste is driving me wild and her long smooth strokes along my shaft and glans aren’t helping much. My main goal is to give this nice, sweet girl orgasms and meanwhile I’m feeling my own orgasm bubbling in my balls. Somehow, I suppress it long enough to where I start hearing her moans increase. When I. But then I thought that the term 'stallion' might mean something different to her than the picture of raw male power it brought to my mind. Either way, I had asked for it and I would take it. I told him as much, and begged him to continue without apologizing for her. I would take no offense, as I was sure none was intended. He nodded.We followed along as she led Janey into a smaller side room. I stood at the door where I could keep an eye on Sally, who had stayed behind in the showroom. There. ”The cat only stared back at him with unflinching eyes, “no I do not need you to watch my back. Yes I know I get distracted, but ... what?”Turning back to me he frowned, “sorry. Simon has reminded me of my manners. This is my familiar Simon.”I had a little trouble hiding my smile but with an effort I managed. With a slight bow I acknowledged the cat, “now. How can I help you?”Artimus again looked at the Legate and then repeated that they would like to look at the necromancer’s workrooms. I.