. your Mistress playing with and milking HER cock while her horny young bitch-boy wimpers..for her?... You want to cum sooo bad don't you boy?..."I lo...k over to his face and he is nodding furiously as the tears flowed.."Awww that's so sweet... my little toy is crying again...Awww he wants to spill all that pent up boy-cream from his balls... that's just too precious....up and down...Awww " I continue this slow delicate pumping never allowing him to spurt but keeping him on the very crumbling. "No, Cindy, I mean a real girlfriend," I said. "I don't mean we have to do everything right away, but you push me away from anything more than a kiss--" Don't you like to kiss?" Sure, but that's not all," I said. "It's just hard to really be boyfriend and girlfriend when you don't trust me enough to let me go any further than that. When you shut me out completely."She looked at me, sort of hurt, and then, like it was the greatest sacrifice ever made by womankind, she unbuttoned her top button. I had no concept of doing anything else other than feeling it in the meat of my hand. She was kind of turned around so you could see the pony tail from the side, kind of out from her head near the top. She had a smile on her face that told me she was happy I was looking at her.Because of the way she was turned, there was only one tit in the picture. Hell, she could have had the left one amputated for all I know. But the right one was magnificent. You've heard it said that more than a handful is. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think it had to do with patience... or more correctly, my LACK of patience. This morning, however, the reasoning was not in my thoughts: my thoughts centered on my aching need, all I could think about was wanting to cum. How different from before our relationship. I wiggled against the sheets, grinding my pussy down on the mattress, with no relief at all. I could hear the shower running down the hall, and without thought, my hand slipped lower, gliding over.