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taskmasters. She pressed her knees together, then let them fall open again when Mike pushed the wrench he still held between them. The skirt was too short to cover anything, and she grew warm as two sets of eyes focused between her legs.
    "I was just wondering...um, Master," she paused, not sure how to broach the subject. "Well, is there anything I should be doing? I'm not sure how you want me to spend my time when...you're both working."
    Evan laughed, bumping Mike's arm with one hand. "Hear that, Mike? I think our little sub is bored. Better give her something to do while I finish this tune-up." He patted Mike on the shoulder and went back to work, and Alyssa frowned.
    "I didn't mean to complain," she added, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just thought that I might as well make myself...ah...useful. In other ways, I mean."
    He didn't smile, but his eyes were gentle. "I think we can find something for you to do," he said, laying the wrench on a nearby cart. "First though, I think I'll have a snack. Scoot forward." He pulled a low stool over in front of her tall one, and sat between her legs, hooking an arm under each so they rested on his shoulders. Then he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her pussy in one long, excruciating motion. She gasped at the warm, wet sensation, even though she'd known it was coming. She felt the moisture flowing between her legs, and he lapped it up with quick, short movements, each one flicking her clit at the top. Panting hard, she saw Evan watching from across the room. Her nipples poked against the tight fabric of her shirt and she pulled the hem up so he'd have a better view, earning a nod of appreciation as Mike ate her out.
    Teeth closed firmly over her clit, and Alyssa nearly screamed at the pain that dissolved quickly into pleasure. She rocked against Mike's mouth, so close as he released his hold and pushed his tongue inside her hot channel.
    "Oh god, Mi--I mean, Master. I'm going to come..."
    Mike's tongue laved her from ass to clit one more time, and then he sat back, his hot breath hitting her pussy in quick little spurts in stark contrast to the cool air. "Get up," he said, standing abruptly. Her legs were shaking and she wasn't sure how she'd stay on her feet, but she obediently stood.
    "Bend over the stool."
    Gripping the padded seat for support, she spread her legs and presented herself to him, feeling him enter her almost immediately. The sensation nearly sent her over the edge. He grabbed her hands and held them at the small of her back, thrusting her breasts out over the edge of the seat as he pounded her hard and fast. It wasn't long before she felt him thrust as deep as he could, his hot cum bathing her inner walls as he shook with the intensity.
    "Now," he said, still pulsing inside her as the orgasm ripped through her body.

Chapter 8

    Alyssa slumped over the stool, trying to catch her breath as Mike pulled away and released her arms.
    "On your knees," he said, his voice hoarse. She slid to the floor and turned to face him, knees apart as he'd instructed earlier. He moved forward, one hand cupping her head as he pressed his cock to her lips, still wet with their mingled juices. "Be a good girl, clean it up."
    She opened her mouth and sucked him in, working him with her lips and tongue until he groaned and pushed her gently away. Her chest felt tight as he tucked himself away and smiled down at her, then held out his hand. She took it, allowing him to help her up and didn't fight when he pulled her into a hard embrace. Snuggled close in his strong arms, listening to his heart beat under her ear, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. It felt right.
    Like home.
    She waited for the familiar panic to settle in her stomach as Mike released all of her except one hand. He pulled her toward the door, and she prepared for the nervous curiosity that always seemed to turn up whenever she wasn't sure what would happen next. But it didn't this time, even as she followed him