Mistress Julie was now behind the camera. 'Kneel down, follow myinstructions and enjoy you fantasy coming true you little slut' sheorderedMaster Steve...walked towards me. He had on a mask (so he couldn't beidentified on camera); he had removed his shirt, exposing his muscularbody. Walking towards me in just his tight fitting jeans. He stoppedinched from my face. 'Undo his belt slut and unzip his trousers' Mistress Julie ordered. Histrousers dropped to the floor and facing me was a rock hard. He acted kind of huffy with me on the plane like he didn’t want to talk. He thinks he’s punishing me for something when he does that. Then when we got home, I held his boy parts for a while - in my hand - and we had our little talk. Sometimes he likes to hear about what happened and even asks for details. He’ll get all hot when I tell him how it was, and will ask a question or two in this breathless voice, like about how big the other guy was, or how turned on I was. I don’t want to tell him. My left hand slips down towards her pubes and onto her left leg. My hand then passes lightly over the top of her pussy lips. Then after grabbing the top of her thigh, right where her legs connect to her body, my hand slides down and off the entirety of her leg. At the same time my right hand loosens on her shoulder. As she floats to the surface my open hand drifts across her chest and her puffy little nipples.As an excuse I grab her chest with my thumb under her arm and push her body to the. She gasped and wriggled and his thumb found the path to her womb and wiggled inside her. She gasped and moaned as he probed her holes with thumb and tongue and her scent rose to mark his mind and the irresistible power of her lust was imprinted on his consciousness for all time."Ohhhhhhhh, God, Luke, you don't know what you're doing to me." She panted the words breathlessly and her slack lips drooled her spit onto the cushion."Yeth," he answered thickly, unwilling to take his tongue from her.