A few minutes passed before she got off my lap and started to take off her clothes. She motion for me to take off my cargo shorts and thin white boxe... briefs. She had a big smile on her face when she heard my cock smack to front of her leather couch. She started at it a few minutes before she got on her knees in front of my hard cock to worship it. All 9 ¾ inches was sticking straight up now. She leaned her head down to began to licking the tip of my cock head.“Damn! Honey! Your big cock. An asset, not a liability.” “Please,” she said again. “I can be. I will be.” When his silence dragged out, she finally lifted her chest off of her knees and dared looking at him. The intensity of those green eyes sent a chill through her. Finally, he said, “And what of these two and a half months that I’ve paid you for? What should be done about that?” She couldn’t meet his eyes. She looked down at her shoes. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled. “I’m afraid that’s not good enough. You’ll be paid. She didn't always cum, especially if she was going through one of her denial streaks, but something about the heat, the water, the nakedness, and the touching made her compelled to touch herself every time she showered.Today was no different. She leaned against the shower wall, letting the high-pressure water blast against her chest, while she slowly worked her clit in a circle. She pushed a couple of fingers into her pussy with the other hand, and stood there, eyes closed, fucking herself. She gasped, and jerked forward, not expecting anything this pleasant and definitely beginning to enjoy the sensation. Then, just as abruptly as he had started, her Master stopped, withdrew his finger and laid his open palm hard against her right cheek. "a-AHH!" Sarah's breath escaped in a startled cry, her flesh beginning to tingle from the blow. Each subsequent slap was harder than the last, each a slightly faster tempo, until they were ringing in her ears, her skin taut and hot from the blood.