The desk had a 49” curved monitor on it and that was all. My four poster bed took up most of the room. A door to the left of the bed took you to a b...throom and a similar door on the right to a walk in closet. I the bathroom had Jacuzzi which stood in the middle with vanities to the left and right. Behind the half wall near the Jacuzzi were a double shower and WC. I was sitting at my desk and heard an “Ahem.” and I turned towards the door and there was Willow. She stood tall in nothing but a. She circled around to my back then knelt down directly behind me. She pinched my nipple and I could feel her bump me through her thong. She then whispered in my ear. "You ever been fucked in the ass slave?" No master," I replied.She grabbed my cock and slowly started to stroke it. "Is that what you want slut, for your master to truly make you her bitch by fucking you in the ass?" she taunted."No master," I'd rather not have anything in my ass."Your loss," she replied as she knocked me off. It wasn't Shakespeare. I think the wording just included her stats and a need to be discreet, but the messages poured in. To my shock, most of the men simply emailed pictures of their cocks, hard with the camera directed downwards, or next to something like a ruler or a bottle of shampoo to show a point of comparison.Nearly all of them were bigger than me.There were messages, though calling them that seems generous. More articulate responses might have been banged out with their dick on the. Her terrycloth robe was long forgotten lying across the room. Slowly she pulled the cotton shirt over her head letting Harry taking every inch of her newly tanned smooth skin.The hem of her shirt was about to expose her breasts when she crossed her arm arms and stopped the progress. She smiled with satisfaction as she felt Harry groan in anticipation. She had her top over her head, still covering her perky bosom.With a smirk she looked down into Harry’s darkening eyes. She had almost lost her.