I loved looking so closely into her smoldering eyes, and seeing tiny brown freckles on her nose and upper cheeks, just enough blemish to prove she was...indeed mortal.“You were much better today,” she said airily, with a mirthful grin.“Was I so bad last time?” I grumped.“You were wonderful last time,” she said plainly. “I’m so happy I waited for you.”“You waited for me?”“Oh yes,” she shrugged. “It was close. I had two boyfriends since you. One in junior high. One last year for a few months. It. Gonna join me?” “You know I will. I love showering with you, G.” I dropped my clothes on the way to the bathroom. One good thing about the condo—it has a really big shower area with no door. There’s a separate whirlpool tub which we also like to use. The shower was a load of fun, as usual. Once we were wet I knelt to shave her pussy clean, giving it a few loving licks when I finished. Then it was her turn. She knelt, applying shaving soap to my scrotum and around my cock, shaving my stubble. “Please Master, now?” she begged. He didn’t answer her he just smiled. He wanted to see what she would do. Proudly he watched her control it once again by slowing and thinking of other things. This was going well, he thought proudly. When he felt her temperature lower a bit he ordered her to speed up again.She knew it futile to ask again, he knew what she wanted. He would tell her when. She just kept up the same rhythm. Slowing when she felt herself get close and speeding back up when he. Our relationship is incredibly strong and she often comments as to “how comfortable she feels around me”. Or that we fit like ‘a hand in a glove’, as she also likes to put it. The love that we have for one another is intense and our sex life exceeds, by far, anything that either of us have ever experienced. We met just over a year ago and I catch a train on most weekends to be with her before returning to London very early on the Monday morning.Within ten minutes, the train began to slow as it.