I managed to squeak out an audible, "Yes, Master." before his fingers found their way towards my ass, his prize possession. My body tensed as two mayb... three fingers became buried deep in me. "Relax, baby. Trust me."The sound of his voice calmed me instantaneously and I relaxed under his touch. He continued working his magic on my ass. With each finger penetration, I grew more and more excited knowing that my Master's cock was about to fuck my ass. His fingers moved from my ass to my pussy then. The rest of the week proceeded much the same way. I didn't break intothe girlie bags, or my hidden box of heels again, but I also didn't takeoff the nail polish, and I shaved again, the feel of being smooth wasstarting to grow on me. I tried to tell myself swimmers did that, andsome runners did too, but I'm not sure I believed it, after all, thatstill wouldn't excuse my shaved ballsack.I relapsed on the weekend, and took the heels out of my closet. I worethem almost constantly while I was. He had the appearance of a lumber jack. My wife took a trip with her parents and we were left alone for four days. We drank the first day a bit too much. We went to my bedroom to watch porno films. We laid back on the bed close to each other. Half way through the first hetero porn, he wanted to jackoff. I told him it was ok, so he pulled his pants down and pulled out a long thick cut cock that was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. He was already hard and wet and as he stroke it I could. ” “Do you want me to finish what I started” asked Cyn looking into my eyes. “Only if you want to lover” I replied “but why don’t we wait until we are in the shower because I have had enough steam for one morning,” We quickly dressed back into our running clothes and took the elevator to the fourth floor. When we stepped off Susan was standing there waiting to go down as she and Faith were cooking this morning. “So where have you two been this morning” she asked us with a smile on her face. “I.