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.”

you

Doesn’t matter now if you’re

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

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

tan. His gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his eyes drop as he watches himself

How close is she?

Not far off…

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

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

Is that right?

sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m trying not

I keep rubbing…

watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her

Holy crap…

After a good minute, Michael’s

says, “that your Master

gaze

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you like

pulses. “I think Michael had it about right, but take

still breathing with her mouth

been one helluva

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to

“Um, Michael…”

his death-grip around her waist and she rises, licking and

Dry mouth?

long did he

set a fuckin’ alarm next

She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then

he says, swinging his legs from

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

then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding

raised in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling

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