Oh, he will remember, all right.

Same time as always Mr. Stark walked by. He stopped as he saw her standing there in the water, as naked as yesterday, but waiting and facing him.

"But Fauvette, haven't you already forgotten that I'm walking here!" he asked, his eyes darting over her naked body.

"I haven't forgotten, Mr. Stark. I'm here… for you," Lisa replied, lowering her gaze. "I felt bad about yesterday and wanted to show that you didn't shame me." She took a step towards the edge. "I don’t mind you seeing me naked. If that’s something you want."

"Fauvette!"

"Don't you find me pleasant to look at?" she asked, playing with one of her locks.. "Aren't my breasts full enough for the gentleman? Don't you like my shaved pussy?"

"Fauvette, I don't know what to say..." But he made no attempt to look away. Lisa stepped closer until she was standing at the water's edge.

"Come here, my lord. To me. Let me show how sorry I am for yesterday."

After a moment, Mr. Stark limped over to Lisa. She remained in the water, he stood right at the edge. She sank to her knees, feeling the water splash against her calves. She looked up at him under bangs as her hands traveled up his pants, to the bulge between his legs. She felt it with her hand.

"Fauvette…" Mr. Stark whispered weakly. "What are you doing?"

"I want to be your Fauvette, Mr. Stark," said Lisa. "I want to be your little bird." She opened his belt, eyes still submissively locked in his. "Let me show you how I can sing." She wriggled his cock out of his pants. It was already hard when her fingers gripped it. She pulled back the foreskin and kissed the wet glans. Mr. Stark gasped. His cock was not as big as Mr Karlsson's, but hard and ready for her. She continued to kiss it - light kisses over glans, shaft and down the balls. She pulled the cock to her cheek and jerked it with gentle strokes. "I'm your little bird," she said, before finally taking it between her lips.

His whole body jerked as her lips slid deeper down his shaft. She played, gently, with her tongue over his glans. She knew he was already on the edge and wanted him to enjoy himself as long as possible. Without stimulating the cock with her tongue too much, she swallowed it to the root. The evenings of Mr Karlsson's training had made her throat ready. She still couldn't take his all the way down, but Mr. Stark's smaller member she could. She held it in her throat for one... two... three... four... five... seconds. She coughed lightly as she eased the pressure an inch, but pushed her nose to his belly again before Mr. Stark could protest.

He gasped and, almost reluctantly, moved his hip against her mouth. She let the cock slide out, a string of spit dangling down her chin. "Control me, sir. Use your hands. I'm your little bird."

Hesitantly, he placed his hands over her head and began to control her rhythm. Soon his hesitation fled and he was enthusiastically fucking her mouth.

"Oh, Fauvette, keep going! Take my manhood in your mouth! Use your tongue more! Deeper, down your throat. So yes! Keep going, my little bird!" Lisa's gurgles echoed in the clearing as he pushed his cock in and out of her throat. Her eyes began to water, her makeup ran and saliva dripped down her chin, but Mr. Stark's fingers gripped her hair, fucking her throat harder and faster. Lisa knew that she now looked like Sara when Mr Karlsson mouth fucked her - completely in her master's control. She longed until she could do the same with the farmer, but was happy to be Mr. Stark's little bird and give him the pleasure he was missing.

"Oh, Fauvette, take my seed!" He moaned and pushed his cock to the root. She felt his cum shooting down her throat and she did her best to swallow it all through the coughs and gurgling moans. But the cascades didn't stop, even when he eased the pressure and sprayed over her tongue instead. She tried to catch up - to swallow it all without spilling - but despite her efforts, it began to run down her chin, mixing with the saliva that was already dripping. Mr Karlsson could unload a lot of seed, but not like this! Not squirt after squirt after squirt. He pulled his cock out of his mouth and directed the last strings of white seed onto her face and breasts.

Lisa swallowed until her mouth was empty and with a docile smile she used her fingers to scoop up the remains of his cum from her face and chest. She licked off her fingers with long, slow strokes with her tongue. Finally, when she was completely clean of his jizz, she lay her hands between her thighs and looked up at Mr. Stark's sweaty face.

"Was I a good little bird, Mr. Stark?"

"You are a wonder, my girl," said Mr. Stark between panting breaths. "My Fauvette."

"Then I am glad, my lord."

"Do you want to visit me someday? At my humble abode?"

"I would be happy to, Mr. Stark."

"I'm free every day. It's an open invitation, my Fauvette."

She stood up and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll come by as quickly as possible, Mr. Stark." She picked up her clothes from the water's edge, threw them over her shoulder, and started to walk naked and barefoot. She looked over her shoulder once to see Mr. Stark staring after her with his flaccid cock still exposed. She promised herself to visit him at his home as soon as Mr Karlsson gave her permission.