It didn't matter why, it just mattered that I was going to get some much needed mourning sex. It seems that my lack of climax last night has further f...ustrated my morning wood. I reached down a stroked my cock a little then slid my hand between her ass checks. My fingers touched her puckered up little asshole and I thought about fucking her ass last night, and that it might be a little sore today. So I moved on to her pussy, I rubbed it a little, but was too frustrated to work her up, she was. “Think I’ll take a shower then go to The Gilded Cage for a bite to eat and a glass of wine,” he said, turning on the water, slipping out of his bathing trunks, then got in under the warm, cascading water. He shampooed his hair, letting the hot water steam up the shower stall, enjoying the sensation of the water on his body. While soaping himself, he felt the urge to masturbate rising, surprised that he could get an erection again so soon after his recent wild episode with Alicia, but found. My nipples would harden from the excitement and slight chill in the bathroom. I would slowly step into the luscious warm water of my bath and ease myself down into that heavenly liquid enveloping my naked body. Ohhh, that always felt so very good. I would sink down into the water up to my neck with only my breasts and knees above the waterline. My breasts looked so sexy illuminated by candle light as they floated in my bath. I would slowly massage the bath oils into them. Only I knew how to do. In the three weeks since we met, we have not yet made love. I arch up to him a little, smiling, eyes closed, hoping he will change his mind. He doesn’t. ‘Breakfast time,’ he says. I give him a reproachful look, and he favors me with a rare grin. He leaves the room, presumably to get the breakfast tray. It has been this way for a little over three weeks. We only really got acquainted after he tied me up. I was resistant to the idea at first, but he was always gentle, always kind, and very.