Realization of my actions washes over me with the force of Sheila's orgasm, and I shudder from more than the throes of my own culmination.
"I'm so sorry," I murmur, my voice filled with anguish as I pull out of my slave. My cock makes a squelching noise, and some of my sperm drips out of her wet pussy, the globules of the pinkish stuff splattering on the cave floor. The site of my active spunk running from her crotch is driving my guilt deeper.
"Never apologize to your slave, Master. I take it you're back to normal?" Sheila asks, turning her head to face me.
"As normal as I'll ever be," I reply as my legs give way beneath me under the weight of my memories. I had almost killed Lisa! I was going to kill Sheila! My rump smacks the ground, and I burry my head in my hands.
"It's alright," Sheila whispers to me as she cradles my head against her soft bare breasts.
