I wanted You to know that I was Yours, Sir. Did I dare? Watching You closely and holding my breath, I slowly, very slowly, allowed my hand to drift downward until it brushed against Your cock. And in Your other hand, a glass of milk. I do remember my mouth and jaw working for several moments without a single sound coming forth while you continued to stare into my eyes. Oh, Sir, the taste of Your cum for the second time that night; the smell and feel of it raining down on me! Yes, of course.”
You quickly untied me and then, when I discovered that I was unable to summon the strength to stand, helped me to my feet and half walked, half carried me to the bathroom and gently lowered me onto the toilet seat. But I was sure You wouldn’t do so for much longer, as I allowed my tongue to lengthen and begin, ever so slowly, to caress Your shaft, gently at first and then with increasing pressure, my head beginning to move up
