During the summer, my slave husband embarked on a lengthy journey, leaving me behind. Serendipitously, I encountered a talented licker who spoke my language. He approached me in a café, recognizing me. So slender, so youthful, he lowered his gaze, too shy to meet mine. He begged for a session, and I agreed to his request, intending to use him as I pleased. I commanded him to lick, to satisfy his Mistress. To my delight, he proved to be quite skilled. His tongue fluttered like a butterfly, insatiable, nimble, and quick, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I reached orgasm after orgasm, three, four, five times. Now it’s time to relax and teach this eager learner how to prolong a woman’s pleasure.