"You called me Master, we are on equal footing right now remember?"Her smile would not be contained. "I'm sorry, Master, but I'm just so excited ... I...come to America to model and now I can do that and I have a boyfriend!"I raised an eyebrow. "Is that how you see me? As a boyfriend?"She giggled... "Well ... maybe not a very traditional boyfriend if I have to call him Master ... but I couldn't be happier."Her joy touched me.I'd like to say that I'd been this happy recently ... but I would be. We sat in her living room talking, drinking when she said she had to use the restroom. With music playing in the background I was chillin' waiting for her to come back and when she did she was totally naked, dick stuck out like a flagpole. She walked in front of me and I grabbed that hard dick and began to massage and kiss the dickhead flickering my tongue around it.Diva knelt down in front of me and started undoing my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles and started. When I got back, I walked the bike up to my third-floor apartment. After stripping naked, I stood facing the wall of my shower. I thought of what she did to me and started stroking my shaft just as she had done to me thru my tight bike shorts. As soon as I hit 'the nerve', I was overcome with a rush of pleasure and became rock solid. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but it was no use. It felt like a bomb had exploded inside of me as I reached orgasm for the first time in years. Once I. You can rest in the satisfaction of knowing I will faithfully return for that mutually sought connection. That I will continue to seek the sensual sear that quakes our limbs every time we near each others orbit, that sumptuous heat that hitches up the rhythm of our breath, as we're helpless to control the rampant beating of our hearts. I will return to do her bidding.It appears, you see, that we are mutually consumed by our intense anticipation for future newly minted prose. We have an.