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

back the hood of her clit with a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a finger, I press into the root at that spot she

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

her face for a moment, then

How close is she?

Not far off…

harder and her head

“Christ, James! Take it easy. You’re making her

Is that right?

spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m

I keep rubbing…

juddering against hers. My shaft quivering as I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her

Holy crap…

sweating. After a good

believe,” he says, “that your Master would like your mouth

hazy green gaze opens

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you

had it about right,

still breathing with her

been one helluva

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to sit

“Um, Michael…”

arm from his death-grip around her waist and she rises,

Dry mouth?

he keep her

fuckin’

sit up, pour water from 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

what,” he says, swinging his legs

have tea, please,” says Charlotte. “I’m

then tugging on a bathrobe, winks

hooks a finger over the

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