Hank worked her thoroughly with his tongue, little whimpers escaping her lips. When he would get her close she would start breathing hard, blowing air through her clenched teeth, determined not to come without permission. She was not about to fail him, at least on purpose. He knew her mind was in it, but was her flesh disciplined enough to obey?

He could feel her struggling as he kissed her thighs, then her pussy lips, then got between her legs and let her feel the tip of his cock at her pussy. With the tip, he wiped her juices off her pussy lips, and the moaning began in earnest, her head lolling from side to side.

"Master," she panted, "Master, please, I can't -"

"You will."

"M-master don't- please, I don't want to fail you."

He grinned and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her wet pussy, which grabbed hold of it. Hank looked over at Willow and Keely, both of whom were obviously affected the eroticism of the moment. Willow took a deep breath. Keely licked her lips.

"Don't worry girls," he said. "You'll get another turn."