Even now, years into their marriage, there was something about waking up beside Jun that took his breath away. Her almond-shaped eyes, the shade of an...exquisite brown oak, were crinkled in delight, her soft pink lips pulled into a gentle smile, as she rested her soft oval face against her own pillow, her charcoal-colored silken hair tucked behind an ear. The golden hue of her face, caught in the sun beginning to peek through their blinds, seemed to glow ethereally as if she were some kind of. Like I try to do nowadays when I am being fucked. I have to go through the motions of enjoyment so I might as well get some basic, lustful, enjoyment. Also, I have been told, it makes me ‘an excellent fuck’. Oh what a compliment! Oh, God, I’m coming again. I just can’t stop it... Shudder, shudder ... jerking, jerking ... “Ah ... ah ... ah ... aahh ...” my little gasping cries emerge, I find I am almost on my knees. She gets up and smacks my face viciously. I see stars, hear bells ring. Another. 'Sure,' answered John and off we went, upstairs in a fast pace mainly to get away from the cold and to get out of the hall way before we were seen. Inside my room I turned on the electric heater and put some water on the hotplate for chocolate. John made himself at ease by sitting on the bed rather than the chair. I took his jacket and skull cap, hung them behind the door along with my coat and hat. We had our Chocolate and as I was putting the cups back on the shelve, John made the next. Kneeling and looking up into Masters eyes made me feel like I was the only one in the world he was looking at. The following week was so amazing feeling his cock in all my holes and having him fill me with His cum. Then Master said I needed some training and would do it while He was at work. He had this machine built and it was hidden room behind a mirror in the front room that if He wanted he could see in but I couldn’t see out but then it wouldn’t matter any way since He would blindfold me..