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Perhaps Alison sees me trying to make up my mind, because she takes matters into her own small wet hands. She gently takes my cock in her hand and squeezes it boldly.

“How else might this simple handmaiden please you, Lord?” Alison's doe eyes look up at me sweetly as she makes her offer. “You can use me any way you like, Master. I mean it.”

As dicey as my feelings are about the Bible, I have to admit I'm kinda getting off on this Old Testament master and handmaiden thing.

“Anything at all, Alison?” As I speak, I use my body to back the slender blonde against the tiles. “That's a pretty bold invitation to give to a man.” I somehow doubt Alison is ready to have me stretch open her tight asshole, not yet anyways. The way her body trembles and shudders as I pin her to the wall under the shower makes me wonder if she's ready for any of this.

“Yes, Sir.” Alison uses her body wash to lubricate her hand and returns it to my cock where she starts pumping it with long smooth strokes. “I've never given a man a hand-job before, but I'm pretty sure I can do this. Or,” she pauses shyly and then turns her statement into a question with a slightly higher pitch at the end. “I could use my mouth?”

“What about this tight little pussy.” I grab her between her legs and squeeze her as she moans. “What about if I wanted to pick you up by the knees and ram my hard cock right into your cunt and fill your babymaker with my seed?”

“Oh God, Mr. P!” The pace of her hand jerking my cock picks up, but I'm not sure if she's excited by my crude threat or if she's hoping to get me off before it is too late. “You can do anything you want. I am yours to use, Master. Completely.”