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And then he was co down her throat She sed over and over again, and it wasn’t enough Cu hot and sticky onto her breasts She sucked harder, desperate not to spill any ht displease hi the last of his seed as he groaned with pleasure

He slipped out of her mouth and she cried at the loss Then realized she could speak now

“Did I please you, Master? Did I do well?”

“Oh yes, ers rubbing slow circles in her hair“And for that, you deserve a reward”

The steel weight was suddenly in his hand Then he dropped to one knee and pressed the ball of the weight between her legs

The cold steel touched her hot pussy and Sam trembled with uncontrollable need

“Please, Master! Please! Don’t torture me!”

He laughed darkly“Not now at any rate”

Then he thrust the weight inside her, filling her pussy the way his cock had filled her asped, her senses completely overwhelmed, and shattered

He sat on the floor, her tre nonsense to her Or maybe it wasn’t nonsense, but it was Italian, so it made no sense to her She didn’t need to knohat he was saying All she needed to knoas that she was his and she had pleased him

Her heavy eyelids drifted open, confusing her when she saw the rotating blades of her ceiling fan in the dih her s She was not in the workshop with Master Giaco and had the most delicious dream

Her breasts ached slightly as if she had been pinching and twisting the nipples in her sleep And her monkey-patterned boxer shorts were unpleasantly damp It had been one hell of a dream

Recalling Master Giacoerness to turn her drea her dresser drawer open, she reached for a fresh pair of shorts then changed into them

He could never kno deeply he affected her Because she’d learned her lesson She was never again becoo

She gave her hair a quick brushing and checked her moon-washed reflection in the , too soft, but she blaot to the workshop, there’d be no sign of her weakness