It was Farrel's dick getting hard and brushing against her stomach.
"Erghhh, sorry?"
Farrel pushed Rebecca away, who stood frozen after catching sight of his dick. He then slowly walked to the bed and lay down.
Rebecca, still standing there speechless, started moving her body slowly.
"What's that? Did he just get up because I changed clothes? It was big," she thought.
She then lay down but faced the other way, not wanting to lock eyes with her master. She was shy.
Farrel, seeing her act like that, tapped his head lightly. But now he could see the shape of her ass, and it drove him even more wild with excitement.
"I don't know if we can sleep tonight," he muttered.
Farrel looked at Rebecca, who still didn't want to face him. He felt a bit sorry.
"Rebecca, I order you to look at me now. It's an order."
Rebecca, hearing this, quickly turned her body and looked at Farrel.
"Good, that's better. From now on, you will only sleep while facing me." He looked at her, but now he could see her breast.
"Shitttt, another trap." He quickly looked up at the ceiling.
"Is there anything I can help with, Master? Why don't you want to look at me? Is it because I'm not pretty?"
Rebecca felt sad because Farrel turned away from looking at her.
"Erggh, not that. Suddenly, you look so beautiful it makes my heart race. So I just want to chill a bit, or it will wake up again."
"Hahahaha," Rebecca laughed, seeing Farrel's antics.
The mood returned to calm.
"Rebecca, thanks for helping me today. I don't know what would have happened with Sam. But why don't you want him? He's handsome and kind. You can go to him; I'll release you from me."
Rebecca, hearing that, became a bit angry.
"Do you want to throw me away like that? You've even seen my full body, so you must take responsibility. So don't ever think about throwing me away, or I'll cut off your bird."
She grabbed his Dick. "Now, say again that you want to throw me away. I will accept it and take this thing with me."
Farrel, feeling his asset was under threat, shook his head.
"Yes, ma'am. I will never say that again. Please give my dick a chance to stay alive."
Rebecca then released her hand from his dick and lay back down. She looked at her master, who was lying facing the ceiling, frozen, and felt a bit annoyed.
She then took Farrel's hand and placed it on her breast, while she held his dick.
"Just use my body to release your desires, Master. My body is yours."
"Nah, I don't like virgins." He managed to squeeze her breast and pulled his hand back.
She was shocked by his answer.
"You really are something else. Do you like to take other people's wives, Master?" She was curious about her master's fantasy.
He shook his head.
"Maybe... but not in a forceful way. Just wait until they get divorced or cheat, then I'll use them. Well, maybe my taste is just a Weird ."
Rebecca looked at her body, scanning herself.
"But I'm also looking like someone Wife , Master."
"Hahaha, maybe just your body, but the real meaning of Wife is 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck .' You need to marry and have at least one child. That's pure heaven."
Rebecca felt like she didn't stand a chance... She felt down, but Farrel continued to explain.
"But don't worry, you don't need to marry. Your body and face—many men love it, and they can't have it because of me. So it's totally the same, and that's why I love that. Hahaha."
Rebecca was puzzled by her master's taste.
"I just hope if we have kids, they don't follow your weird lust, Master."
"Awww, you're already thinking about our future? Should we make kids now?"
He then moved between Rebecca's legs, making her spread them. Her underwear was visible, and it was a little wet.
"What do we have here? You're already this wet just from lying next to me, Rebecca?"
"Master, what are you doing? Don't look too long; I'm embarrassed."
She covered her pussy and started blushing.
"Relax, don't be shy. You trust me, right? Damn, I feel like a playboy."
He then moved Rebecca's hand away, and she accepted it, even spreading her legs more.
Farrel, knowing that she had already given her body to him, began his moves.
He slowly removed her underwear, and her pussy was revealed—a bit pink and plump. It was awesome.
Then he brought his mouth close to Rebecca's pussy and started licking it, beginning with her clit.
She moaned, her pussy already dripping. Farrel didn't hesitate, shoving his tongue deep inside her.
She felt pleasure, her face showing a lustful expression.
"Wait... wait, Master! I think something's gonna come out!" she gasped, but he ignored her pleas, licking harder.
She held his head and clamped her legs around Farrel's head.
"Fuck , she's too strong... I need to get out of this."
While Farrel tried to pull his head out, he couldn't because she was holding him tightly.
Farrel tried to look at her, wanting to give her a hint to let him go, but to his surprise, her eyes were turning red.
"Damn, I forgot about her other side..."
She held Farrel tightly.
"Where are you trying to go, Master? Suck it more..." She held his head tightly and spread her legs wider.
She used her hand to press Farrel's head deeper.
"Arghhh... I wanna cum , Master... Lick more..."
"I cumming, cumming , Masterrr!"
She squirted hard, soaking his face. Her grip loosened as she passed out, body going limp. Farrel took a deep breath, wiping his face with his hand.
"That's why I don't want to have sex with you. You really pass out too easily."
Farrel then lay back down to sleep beside her.
"Goodnight, Rebecca."