It is time. My nipples tighten with anticipation of the coming strike. Seconds turn to minutes; his cruelty is only matched by his patience. He strike... my left breast first. My pussy clamps with the shock. One after the other, he marks what is his. His lash paints the picture of his desire. With each strike my body turns to liquid fury. My need only stilled by the needs of my master. He increases his intensity; I can feel the reins of his control slipping. Like a moth to the flame, I bathe in. If he could, he would have me blow him all day. The first couple of times we got together, he actually came to my house, and I blew him for a bit before he would leave. But I've been to his house a few times. Will wants to get as much out of my mouth as he can. If I am at his home, and he has to go to the store, then he will bring me with him, and I will blow him to and from the store. While at the store, he will have me wait in his truck. Will also really likes to let himself soak as deep in. So I was waiting to see what would happen on the weekend.It was a Saturday evening. I reported to work and eagerly waited for Kirti’s arrival. Unexpectedly, I saw Reka entering through the door. Seeing her, my dreams shattered.Kirti entered after a few minutes. She was wearing a purple collar-less t-shirt exposing a tiny line of her cleavage and tight jeans showing her curvy ass. Her t-shirt’s color enormously matched her white skin tone.Her perfect curves and strong perfume provoked me as she. He agreed to my price, and said he’d have the money at our regular meeting that Wednesday. I got on the bus and pulled out my sketchbook on the ride to Benjie’s house. I had started drawing to pass the time on the bus once there were no longer any feet to look at“You draw?” Benjie asked.“I draw and paint, actually. I still need to work on human figures, though.” I showed him the study of Kevin I was working on.“Think you could draw a picture of me?”“I can draw it today if you have time. It’d be.