"You're turned on look at that bulge in your pants." she said."I've been looking at Fucking Machines on Google what do you expect?" I asked reasonably..."So get em off," she said, "Pants, spunk's slippery isn't it?" she sort of asked rhetorically."What?" I said incredulously."You get a hand job, I get the lube deal?" she suggested, "Use the empty Coffee cup." and with that she dragged down my zipper extracted my hugely swollen tool and with about a dozen strokes and a little kiss on the end she. Sex twice a year and footjobs all the time gets old at times. But anyways my mistress has a very high sex drive and is very freaky. Once I fuck her anally and get a fj I can say I've done it all oh and maybe a facial if she's buzzed lol! So earlier this week her cycle came and normally I take advantage and cum in her mouth. She won't let me do it no other time because I cum so hard and go limp and she gets pissed. So I I stop over like always on my way to work but I went too late so I didn't. I won’t deny that I did want to, but there was no way. I went back to the blowjobs and tit jobs and kept working to keep him on the edge. I just had to pee; I should have gone before all this started. There was no way I was going to let it go all over the carpet because I’d never get it cleaned before hubby got home. Thinking about pee was too distracting. I had to crawl over to the clock and refresh the cock to stop it wilting. Wilting, that reminded my about the flowers; they were wilting.. I sensed him stepping back and heard the drag of the whip across the floor. In my mind’s eye, I could see him coiling it, the muscles in his back rolling and tightening. His movements would be careful and meticulous, he would need all his concentration. His role was demanding and required the utmost care. She was his everything there could be no mistakes.The trust I placed in his hands absolute and unwavering, and I stood proud and tall. Waiting. The whip struck, deathly silent until the crack.