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Spurt after spurt came rushing out of his dick, Rikki couldn’t believe how much he could cum. But she swallowed load after load until nearly 10 seconds later he stopped cumming. She let his dick out of her mouth with a pop, and they both started to laugh. “Holy shit” Tyler said, “ That was amazing.” “I’m glad you liked it! You’re cum tastes so good” Rikki said, still tasting it in her mouth. “I guess I have to write that essay for you now huh?” Tyler asked. “Yup! Maybe I’ll even award you again after writing it.” Rikki said with a wink, then leaned forward, and licked some remaining cum off his dick. Then she stood up, and walked back to the bed. She was really starting to like this deal. She wondered how much further they would end up going, and if she would have to eventually fuck him to make him keep doing her work for her. But for now, she knew she could focus on her other work. Chapter 12 Dao-Ming arranged for a tray of bread and cheeses to be brought up as we drew our bath. The hotel was truly a first class establishment, as it was one of the first in the United States to have hot and cold running water, although very primitive by modern standards. Having a hot bath without first having to heat the water over a fire was a new experience for me (I later learned that this was achieved by ingeniously wrapping the pipe carrying the water from the rooftop tanks around the kitchen's chimneys). I tied a light silk robe around my thoroughly exhausted, but utterly satiated, body just before the server arrived with the food. As he entered the main room, I realized that he must have heard the noise we had been making because his face was redder than any beet. That realization big set my own face aflame. Noticing my reaction, Dao-Ming trilled her wonderful laughter. As he placed the tray of food on a table, the young man glanced over at me, undoubted ly noting my sweaty body with my hair plastered to me wherever it touched, and though I didn't think it possible, turned even redder than when he had entered. “Uh, enjoy your, uh, stay, ma'am,” he stammered as Dao-Ming handed him a substantial tip. “Oh, we are,” Dao-Ming replied, winking at me and flashing me a somewhat wry smile. I was busily trying to stifle my own smile threatening to cross my lips. I couldn't really blame him for his obvious embarrassment, as lesbians (which he clearly inferred we were), while not exactly uncommon in 19th century America, were not nearly as open - and vocal – in their activities as the two women standing before him appeared to be. If he knew the truth , he probably would have died where he stood or denounced us as “witches,” which blowjob was masturbation still a thing in Philadelphia at the time, albeit most infrequent. Dao-Ming collapsed into my arms as we exploded into laughter not ten seconds after the door closed. It was a solid five minutes or more before we could catch our breath. It only occurred to me somewhat later in my many lifetimes since that day our reaction to the gentleman's discomfort, which really was decidedly funny, was somewhat out of proportion, not to mention my abrupt acceptance of my situation. Still, even through our mirth, the questions to which I required answers only she could provide, were again rising to the forefront of my mind. I resolved to get the answers, by massage whatever means necessary. We helped each other to our feet, still giggling. I stopped long enough to grab a few chunks of bread and cheese, as my body was desperately telling me to replace some of the energy it had expended just a few minutes ago, let alone whatever had been lost since I last remember eating. As I followed Dao-Ming towards the oversized bathtub, popping some cheese in my mouth, I admired the view as she gracefully dropped the robe from her flawless body, porcelain skin bright in the sunlight streaming through the window, her raven hair bouncing softly as she walked, ending just above her perfect ass. I felt my nipples harden as I released the tits breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, the silk robe tickling them deliciously as I trailed a few feet behind, eliciting a slight, almost inaudible moan from me at another new sensation. Dao-Ming must have heard me, however, although I couldn't see how, looked back over her right shoulder and flashed her delightful smile at me. She turned to face me as she reached the tub, giving me a sultry “come-hither” gesture. 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