You take a few moments to regain your balance and walk to me. "Clean her up." You take my spot in the chair, and I go over her licking her stomach and then up to her chest, kissing her soft but firm lips from time to time. I get her cleaned as best as I can, I get a cloth and clean you properly. When I am finished, I crawl to your side like an obedient lap dog kneeling at the arm of the chair. "That is all slave girl; you may go.
"Thank you master." She grabs her clothes and leaves. You tug my leash leading me to bed. We crawl in and fall into a deep sleep, but only to recover.
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