When she tried on the other shoe, I glimpsed light blue panties which matched the color of her blouse. Over the summer I'd enjoyed looking at her pant...es and the colors varied: blue, pink, mauve, even red. Curiously, never white or black. As she tried a second pair of heels, I caught another glimpse of her crotch. My cock got interested. Extremely interested. I thought she must have noticed the bulge in my slacks each time I got up to fetch a different pair of shoes. Once or twice, I had to. "Five!" His hand rests there for a moment, then squeezes and lets go. I slip off his lap, straight down onto my knees again. "I'm sorry, Master. Thank you for correcting me." "Don't forget. Now hurry up." "Yes, Master." I turn and crawl out of the room on my hands and knees, with him following behind me. I go to the cupboard under the stairs, find a length of black leather and grip it between my teeth. I crawl back to my master, who is waiting by the door. He takes the lead from my mouth and. I pulled her closer so now my cock was pushing against her stomach. She continued to wank it, but not as fast now. She pulled away briefly;“Mr Smith, I can’t, my work”“Don’t worry about your work for now, I will make sure everything is ok”“Ok Mr Smith”I pulled her back close again and our lips locked together once again. This time I began to pull her shirt out of her skirt that it was neatly tucked into. Once free I was able to run my hands up her back. I had to have her, and I had to have. ."). Then we French-kiss and lick each other's sweaty assholes until we're ready to fuck again. I love to cum for him. I like to squirt out my juice in his face as he vibrates my swollen clit with his tongue and fingers my pussy. I squirm and I scream and I beg and beg for more. I call myself a cunt with a bottomless pit, an uninhibited whore, a dripping wet tramp, an assfuck queen, a needy degenerate, a horny little girl who loves her daddy. Those things are all true. I love sex! And I squeal.