Chapter 82

• I felt a hand winding into my hair pulling me away from Master Evan. I turned my face and Master Damien's tongue swept into my mouth. His chest hair tickled my upper back, but I still felt the leather of his pants pushing against the skin of my lower back. By the feel of it, he was desperately trying to remove his clothing with one hand without losing contact with my mouth.
• Turning toward Master Damien I placed my hands over his as he unlaced his clothing.
• "Let me, Master," I whispered licking down his chest to get to my knees.