If I had not had some place to go, I could have stayed there forever. After I got out of the shower , I went over to my closet and pulled out what I w...s going to wear. Oh and of course, the pants are a wrinkled mess, I quickly grab the iron. This was just what I needed. Thankfully it did not take long for me to get the creases out. I finished getting ready to go. It was five forty as I pulled out of my driveway, I figured I would give myself a bit of extra time just in case I ran into traffic. Without meaning to, a small sigh escaped my lips and vibrated against his hands. My eyes widened as I realized what just happened, and his did too. The thrusts of his firm, thick cock steadily slowed. My pussy burned and stinged with each penetration, but I felt myself relaxing despite the pain. His hips pressed against my pelvis and he held himself deep inside me. I squirmed, pulling his hand from my mouth. To my surprise he obliged. "It hurts," I whimpered. "Please, just a little bit. I felt his body temperature increase as he turned me around and threw me down on the bed like I was a ragdoll. He once again pushed himself into me and I cried out as I reached vaginal climax. His rhythmic thrusting caused an eruption inside of me. I screamed out his name. His forehead was beaded with sweat. His eyes once again locked on mine as he slowed his motion inside of me following my orgasm. I felt the heat radiating off his manly, rugged body. He kissed me. I felt my entire body. Or Master Simon if you would be more comfortable.” He tore a piece of his bread off and bit into it. “Yes, Master Simon.” The words tasted lovely on my tongue. Master Simon… he has my complete permission to do with me as he would. “And, Claire?” His voice was sweet, like honey. “I’ve been given free range to do as I wish today.” Thoughts raced through my head. Do me, oh, please, do me! I silently screamed. I gripped my skirt tightly. “Yes, Master Simon.” “I don’t want you to wear that silly.