James

Drifting in comfortable coziness, something penetrates my awareness….

Charlotte’s voice…

No… Charlotte’s groans…

I lie, unmoving, just listening.

It’s not just a groan; almost a gurgle, it’s throaty, deep…. Utterly delicious….

Jeez, what a way to wake…

… Sheer fucking catnip.

Michael’s voice; “That good?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

And my erection rises like a rooster ready to crow the dawn…

Is that why they call them cocks?

Peeling my lids open, Charlotte’s face is close to mine, lips peeled back over her teeth, her eyes squeezed closed in a grimace might be taken for pain…

… but we all know better than that…

Michael is distracted, trying to find something in a side drawer…

Oil? Vibe?

Help things along…

Moving gradually so as not to alert her, slipping down and in, I target her bud. Hot juices spilling over my skin, I rub circles thumb and forefinger over her hooded clit. She yells, bucks and her eyes fly open.

His eyes creasing, Michael says, “You joining us?”

“In a while. Don't let me interrupt you.”

“As if I would.”

were you

vibe. Doesn’t matter now if you’re going to do

of her clit with a thumb, exposing

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

her face for a

How close is she?

Not far off…

a little harder, rub a little harder and her head flings back

it easy. You’re

Is that right?

sings. He grunts. “Come

I keep rubbing…

onto his hands, hips juddering against hers. My shaft quivering as I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her to himself, burrowing into her as

Holy crap…

red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a

into her neck. “I believe,” he says, “that your Master would like your mouth around his

gaze opens on mine.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you

think Michael had it about

with her mouth

been one helluva

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to sit

“Um, Michael…”

around her waist

Dry mouth?

long did he

a fuckin’

the jug by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then passes the glass back to Michael, who gulps down

swinging his legs from

I have tea, please,” says Charlotte.

bathrobe, winks at her, nodding

sheets are raised in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge

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