The two of you disentangle yourselves slowly.
Now that he’s out of his suit, he’s easy to appreciate -- dark skin, wide shoulders, tight stomach and lean arms. Even though you’re exhausted – you wish more of all of him would come next.
“I’m sorry to have to leave you, Mistress,” he says. “But my job here is done, and I have to go serve my Master now.”
You feel your eyebrows rise. “Two things – you have a master? And – this is a job?”
He laughs, and the sounds suits him. “I do have a Master. And this is a job. Albeit one I enjoy.”
You frown, not sure if you should feel relieved or pleased or a little like a w***e, or even a pimp – then you shake your head. His eyes were real, as were his hands, as was the c**k that filled you.
“Where is this Master? Can I meet him?” you ask, as he rea
