?There. Now its official, and don’t forget it, Mrs. Meadows.? It bothered her that she still called her Mrs. Meadows like he grew up doing. ... But what should she call him? Was there a correct way to address one’s slave? She didn’t know. ?Now, clean the apartment. It needs it, badly.? He was right. The apartment was a dump, and it surprised even her that Mia had failed to make a dent during her weeks of slavery. Hours later, just as she was finishing cleaning. My sense of balance seemed off and I almost tripped along the way.Flicking the light on, my head looked down at my softening dick. "Holy shit!" my voice whispered. My hand reached down, gingerly touching my cock, and then pulling a bit on the stretchy skin along the shaft. It started to respond to the attention, filling back up with blood.My body stumbled a bit less awkwardly to the basement washroom. The light flicked on and I stared at myself in the mirror, wide eyed. "Ho ... lee ... shit...". Paula gasped as I found her clit and began to lick it steadily and firmly. She tasted so good, bitter and sweet at the same time. Her thighs clamped around my head as I worked her, her body trembling with pleasure. After a few moments, I came up for air. I moved up her body to kiss her, feeling her full breasts compress against my chest as I did so. Our tongues dueled as we kissed, I wondered what she thought of being able to taste her self as well as my cum and if she liked it or not. I broke. Kim said that endurance was the most important thing to health, so only cardio was really necessary for our workout. She would joke about the muscle heads with the weights and how she didn’t find that look attractive at all. I agreed with her obviously, because I had lost about 15 pounds in the first few months alone due to the diet and workout regiment and had slimmed down to a thin frame. Working in a desk all day left the only little bit of excess weight in the thighs, hips and butt area..