I needed to get it out of my head. I saw movement through the glass doors, and then the door was sliding open. Cindy stood there naked. Her long brown...hair was pulled back in a utilitarian ponytail."We have like ten minutes," she said. "Up for a blowjob and three questions?" Does that count as one of them?" Nope," She said and stepped into the shower. "Don't get my hair wet," she said, and sank to her knees. She didn't put her hands on my cock, instead she set them on my thighs to keep her. I came…twice. I will send you the picture right now. In fact, I will send you two pictures. Do you forgive me?’ ‘You were given very simple instructions. You disobeyed me. Send me the picture immediately. And I’m coming home now to punish you.’ So that is how I ended up bent over and cuffed in this dingy cellar. Master has left me in this position to think about what I did wrong. My legs are trembling as I await my punishment. I could hear the cellar door open and shut. Master is returning to. Back to skin." Your slaps are unaimed; as fast as my hands move, you are mostly slapping at your own ass.I stay away, my fingers sliding downwards to the purity of flesh. You stop your batting and eventually relax, settling against the towel, spreading your thighs enough that I can cover the final few square inches of your bared skin. The tender patches palming your pubis. One hand, two fingers spread, caressing the deep creases where your legs dip then end, the parallel straps of elastic sewn. Finally looking at my door, for some reason, I was tempted to knock on it. My own door! I compromised by unlocking it, and then hesitating before opening it. As my room came into view, I found Diane curled up on my bed, looking at the picture of my family. She looked up at me with a new expression on her face, another one which caused something to clench inside of me. I’ve seen girls look at me before, but none of them caused these physical sensations. Placing the food on the table caused Diane.