This story tells how I feel when I am serving him. We have been back in the apartment about 20 minutes and the first thing I have to do is prepare the...bed and arrange my Masters toys on the cabinet. He has a good range of toys that he likes to use on me (and I on him when he orders me to)along with some stimulants that we both take to give us "the feeling" as my Master calls it. While I am making preparations My Master changes out of his work clothes and I return to the lounge and he is sitting. Whilst doing this I hummed, then looked at Nikkie and spoke. “I decided, that, the least I could do to impress you is use something I’m good at, and, beings as I’m good at guitar I decided maybe this would be the best way to do it. You probably wont like the bands music, or this song I’m about to sing to you but, it had a lot of meaning to me, and, now that I love again, I want to play it for you” I smiled and began the song. (The song, as some of you may know it, is called The Only Exception –. ”“Um, why don’t you sit and at least have some soup at least before you go.” Morgan told her.“Are you sure, I mean, I don’t want to cause you trouble. I mean you’ve been so...” Susan broke down in tears again. Morgan led her to the table and got her to sit.After a moments hesitation Susan started in on her soup like she hadn’t eaten in a week, Morgan guessed that was probably the case.“It isn’t true you know.” She said when she had finished the soup.“What isn’t?”“That I’m a slut who fucks. Her full lips a coral pink as a tantalizing reminder of hidden treasures yet to be discovered. She slips the shirt off my broad shoulders and begins to tease again. Her fingers trace the lines of my chest and pinch lightly at my nipples eliciting a gasp of pleasure. Her nails scrape the skin in a perfect mixture or pleasure and pain. She draws my face to hers and I pierce her lips with my tongue with a frantic urgency. I need her now, my desire approaching torture. She pulls my closer by.