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when his new delightful maid wasted no time with him.
    Tucking her nose at the apex of his strong cock and sack, Tosh nuzzled a bit in his heat before slowly licking him from base to tip. Round and heavy, his testicles swelled, and she liked the feeling of them against her face every time she licked her way down to the base. It was Mr. Richard’s turn for his legs to turn to Jell-O while she tasted, nipped, and teased him. She was no expert in her skill, but her curious innocence made it all the more erotic for him. He had never seen innocence as a turn on and nothing wasted his time more than training a new submissive, but this one was special. Her innocence was more of a loving offering to him.
    Circling the tip with her tongue, Tosh gave herself a moment to find her strength before taking him in completely. Swallowing him back, she fought the insecurities of her youth and tried to focus on the erotic delight in pleasuring a man with so much strength. Despite the claustrophobic gagging, she kept going until at last she could feel him at the back of her throat and the strong sense of accomplishment and pride came over her.
    Tangling his fingers in her hair, Mr. Richard began to pump her head to his pleasure. She was so warm with a tongue that wouldn’t quit, he knew he wouldn’t last for long. Every moan sizzled up her throat and through him. No man could endure this pleasure for long.
    “Stop…” he breathed, struggling for air. He tried to pull her free, but she wouldn’t have it and with every tug of her hair, she attacked his sex with gusto. “…I can’t last much longer...” Licking his lips, he squeezed his eyes shut. “You need to stop or…else…I’m...” There was nothing left in him to keep from surrendering to the orgasm. Shooting his release into the paradise of her mouth, and she took it…every drop, sucking him clean and empty.
    Sitting back on her heels, Tosh’s brow creased from the pain in her knees while she licked her lips with pride and looked up at the Greek god who looked down at her with a heavy-lidded gaze of fulfillment. Not certain where all her courage came from, she began to struggle to hold on tight to it and could feel herself implode with embarrassment. Rolling her shoulders down, her head soon fell, ducking low, allowing her to discretely wipe away the dribble from her chin.
    “No!” he corrected her, lifting her head up by her chin. “Take pride in how you pleasured me and don’t hide from me…ever.” Lifting from her chin, Tosh’s legs followed, standing up for him. “My pleasure is a gift from you, postulant. Do not be ashamed of that.”
    Tucking an arm under her knees and the other behind her neck, he lifted her in his arms. She was light, pliable and soft to his chest. Burying his face in her neck, he was treated to her sweet scent before he turned back into her cell and laid her on the soft bed. The bounce quickly came to a halt while she looked up in shock. Following his every movement, she prepared herself for his attack, but there was nothing. Not a single advance on her or an attempt to remove his clothes.
    Reaching into the pocket of his slacks, he withdrew a small plastic jade colored jar with a black lid. Jiggling it in his hand, he eyed her with a smirk.
    “I returned to give you this.” Tossing the jar into her hands, she saw a picture of a tiger, whose tail curled around the word Balm.
    Kneeling at the side of her bed, his fingers began to crawl up her thighs to the drawstring of her Pajama bottoms. A smile played at his lips no doubt from the humor in the contrast of her earlier work uniform to these oversized comfy pants. She was so cute and sexy. Pulling the loops free, he loosened the waist and pulled the cotton bottoms down her legs and over her feet. She was half-naked and warmed in his attention.
    “I couldn’t help but notice that your efforts on my bathroom floor left you with a bit of a limp.” Plucking the jar from her limp grip, he spun