She seemed content exploring him, his member throbbing quite healthily in her hands. It was a little sticky at the very opening where she ran her finger, causing him to shiver and groan lightly. His powerful chest rose and fell slowly, and his muscles flexed lightly as she ran her hands over him. His orbs were hot, heavy to hold, far more than a single handful. They would pour his seed in excess if they would have the chance. “Thank you Mistress…” He said in response, “it is why your father chose me… If I may… Why does that make you glad?” It was a rather curious expression to use at that moment, if his English was correct, so why did she say it?