"Make me come!" she demanded of him.

The rhythm increased until his penis, wet with her juices, was flashing back and forth within her. Reaching out, he began to tease at her clitoris, rubbing and then pinching it. She squealed, and then he felt her hidden walls beginning to contract against his thick peg of flesh. The clitoris beneath the ball of his thumb grew swollen, and then her lust exploded, and she screamed with the torrent of pleasure that began to overwhelm her. When some minutes later she came to herself once more, she was pleased to find he was still hard, and still within her.

"The gods!" she exclaimed. "You are truly very proficient with that weapon of yours, Quinn."

"You are pleased with me, mistress?" he asked her softly.

"You have been a good slave," she said. "But the night is young yet, and I am still hungry," Ashley told him. "You will have to work hard to earn your wool garment."

"If the mistress is hungry, then the mistress must be satisfied until she is no longer hungry," Quinn said. Then he began to move on her once again.

If there was one thing Ashley loved about the Channel, it was the tireless men-and her ability to enjoy several orgasms in a single visit. She had five that evening, and awoke the following morning replete and more relaxed than she had been in several weeks. Automatically she closed off the television screen and set the remote aside. Outside of her windows it was already growing light, but a glance at her bedside clock showed it was just five fifteen in the morning. But then, it was June. The birds were already making morning noise in the trees around the house and the ivy climbing up the side of the building. She stretched, and then, rolling over, Ashley went back to sleep.