I didn’t want her to call me ‘Master’ or kneel when I came into the room. What I wanted was to know that she’d be willing to do that for me. ...hat I wanted was a visible manifestation of all those ‘I adore you’s’ and ‘I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you’s’. I wanted to know that she loved me enough to put herself in my hands, to cede control to me. I admit it—I’m twisted, I’m warped. That kind of thing is important to me. It speaks to me of trust and love and deep devotion. She claimed. I asked if she wanted me to get her some toys. I told her I could order them for her. She said YES! I picked two normal size toys. One a pink Doc Johnson dildo called; Mr Softee. It was a good 8” long and 1 1/4” diameter. She still has it today and it’s her favorite! The other was a vibrator about the same just slightly smaller and it had bumps all over it. She loves that one too although like all vibrators they stop working over time. This was during the summertime and Amber worked late at. ’ He stood up and turned, took her by the shoulders and pressed his mouth on her warm wide red mouth, sweet as a bowl of cherries. She had set her mouth in a hard line ready to argue with him, she was totally unprepared for his kiss, it came bearing down on her hard mouth in a sudden fierce pressure then he had taken the papers from Hanya’s hand with the ink still wet and was gone. She stood in the middle of the hall, her hands pressed to her breast, staring at the ceiling, hearing the cannons. I can see the lustful look in her eyes as she cups her heavy tits. I imagine her slipping out of her bra and throwing it towards her audience as she tweaks at her nipples, pinching and pulling them gently. She turns slowly on the spot and bends at the waist, hiking up her skirt to show the tight curve of her arse. My hand wraps around my cock and strokes as I can see her shimmying out of her panties and spreading her legs. She reaches one hand of slender fingers between her thighs and spreads.