You get it out and ask me to suck it, I go down on my knees and slowly take your dick in my mouth teasing you at first by flicking my tongue over your...head tasting the pre cum that was dripping down it. My throat relaxes more as I take more in and I suck you gently not exactly sure how you like it , but your moans of pleasure give me more confidence and I start to suck harder and harder slowly cupping your balls with my other hand. As I look up into your eyes I see you’re so close to exploding. "No, Master, please don't stop" you say, your voice cracking slightly through nerves and excitement.My hand continues the slow journey up the smooth skin of your thigh until it touches your undies. I can feel the heat from your arousal. You stand firm, but I notice that one of your hands is showing the slightest of tremors; a combination of nerves, excitement and arousal.I rub gently against the gusset of your undies, feeling the contours of your vulva through the delicate material.Your. You share a bathroom, situated between your room and another. That's no problem. The problem is with the guy who lives in the other room. You met him on your arrival. He's fat, smelly, and not very pleasant. To top it off, he took a dump while you were unloading your stuff, and the fumes that came into your room from the bathroom about made you puke.As your parents pull away, you force yourself to look sad for their sake, but inwardly, you are already making plans. You have GOT to get another. White shirt. Black pants. Black shoes. I looked good enough for church.The bedroom door opened and in walked my first and only patient. "Mrs. Peterson," I said with a smile, "Please take a seat. How may I help you?"After a little hesitation, Mom walked into my bedroom and my jaw hit the floor. She had definitely dressed to impress and I thought my eyeballs were going to pop out of my skull. She had squeezed her voluptuous frame into a low cut black leather one-piece number that barely reached.