I was proud that I hadn't asked Kate about how Clara looked, or whether she had asked about me or not. I closed my eyes to test myself, seeing if I ev...n remembered what Clara had looked like the last time I saw her. I shouldn't have done that. I remembered. I remembered her clearly, in every stunning detail. It brought me a sharp sense of loss, and caused me to feel bad again. I should have known better, but all of the conversation with Kate had brought her back to the forefront of my thoughts.. When she is not looking, I do massage my penis to help it get fully engorged which, when she sees it, she is not really bothered about it now.I do like getting an erection in front of her, as I know, of late, she will rarely cover it up! (She used to cover my erection up within a few seconds, but that seemed to get longer and longer the longer her husband was away.) But like I said, she rarely covers me up now as, since our chat, she now knows that I am not embarrassed at all.I get a full. I felt the lips part slightly. I had never felt so vulnerable and exposed. It was the single most erotic moment of my life. My owner gently drew the tip of the crop down my slit, pushing the thin square of leather between the lips of my dripping pussy. Then he began to lightly pat my cunt with the crop."Whose pussy is this?" he asked evenly. "Yours, sir," I breathed. He stopped patting my pussy and again placed the tip of the crop at the base of my slit. This time he pulled it upward toward my. It all seemed to be either kid shows or game shows. I'd settled on channel seven, the one station that ran old movies. They weren't very good, but it was something to do. How, pray tell, do you take a two hour movie and fit it into an hour-and-a-half timeslot including commercials and have the movie make any sense at all? I'd read something about it in the paper a few months before. Some guy named Tartikoff at the station had come up with the idea, and he was making all sorts of money for the.