”“I ... guess there’s ... only one way ... holy shit!” The magic surged through his legs, feeding sensual energy to his core, and the sparks i...side his body wrapped around it. His cock was leaking large amounts of pre-cum, the wet spot on the front of his pants growing bigger. Between Cecilia’s touch and Naia’s magic, his cock was so hard that it was starting to hurt, pressing against the fabric of his pants with tremendous pressure. “Please ... take it ... out...”“That I can do for you, my. You are not supposed to stand.”I was on cloud nine as waiting for this opportunity for a long time. But before I came to my senses she had already torn my t-shirt and was pinching my nipples.Then I said, “Ok.”She gave punch on my stomach and said, “I will punch your balls if you don’t address me as a mistress. Remember anything other than mistress will land you in trouble. Now on your knees and take my slippers off my legs and lick my legs clean.”I had started obeying her undressed and started. The only think I didn’t like was the abrasive fabric. It rubbed against my skin like a Brillo pad. I came out anyway and showed it off to him. He stared at me in awe and couldn’t stop smiling. “Perfect,” he said. “What are you doing Friday night?” “I could be free,” I said. “What did you have in mind?” “It’s a surprise,” he said. “Trust me?” Trust. There was that word again, and one I was learning was a big part of a Dominant/submissive relationship, even more so than in an ordinary,. ." she began, but wouldn't say anything more.Sensing she was still wavering, Alex said persuasively, "Diane, I don't look for one-night stands and I don't think you do either. I have to leave by ten o'clock tomorrow morning, but I'll be back in two weeks. I want to see you."He turned without another word and walked toward the edge of the parking lot, looking behind him to watch as Diane walked back inside the club. Some kind of kismet or fate had caused the motel clerk to give him two keys to.