“You’re always so active, sweetheart. I thought ‘The only way he’ll get a nice morning massage is if I make him.’ ”“A morning massage? Y...u really think I need tying up for that?”“To stay in one place, even when you get all excited the way you do?” she said lightly. “Absolutely. Otherwise, you’d be all over me. Let me fetch.”He didn’t call after her when her footsteps padded from the room. Best let her have her fun. Hell, there might be some good sport in it for him too. Her light tread returned. She began to strip. Kamari first loosened her belt, then after unfastening a zipper at the back, she dropped her skirt. I began to breathe heavily. Her hip to waist proportion was everything I had dreamed. She then went to her blouse and slowly undid the buttons. As she did so, her breasts began to round out from the release of the pressure, and when they finally burst free, I gasped. She gave me an immediate turn-on by leaving her shoes on. She looked very sexy as she was standing there almost. He entered in nothing but flip flaps, turning on one shower head after another, he only turned on the hot side of the showers. As he made his way slowly towards me, the shower room filled with steam. Once he was near he looked me in the eye and said '...don't worry, I'm not going to harm you...' he reached out and took hold of my man hood and begin to stroke it ever so slowly. As my penis grew hard he leaned in and kissed my lips saying '...this is just for you...' With that he slowly went to. With each strike my body turns to liquid fury. My need only stilled by the needs of my master. He increases his intensity; I can feel the reins of his control slipping. Like a moth to the flame, I bathe in his warmth. Even in the darkness, he calls to me, never allowing me to hide from him. He owns me; I am his above all else. He gives a rapid cadence of strikes to each breast, my cries tearing from my throat. My heart beats fiercely, my need almost unbearable. With one final strike, he stops..