I didn't care. Mr. Savage usually had me describe any sex I had that he wasn’t present for him in detail. I thought of that too. Being hooked up to ...he milking station while I was being fucked or maybe he would have me entertain everyone with the details, he had done that too while I was being fucked. Being fucked and being made to describe humiliating sex acts in detail whatever they may have been but also I had to be honest about how much I had enjoyed them. It always made my cheeks burn.. He guided the bloom in deft vertical strokes along my cleft. My pulse fluttered in response. "Would you rather have it this way," he offered, "or this way..."And the petals formed a silken arc over my swollen nub and began to swirl in place, alternating directions. The sensation was that of the softest mouth imaginable nibbling with the most deliberate open lipped tenderness."Yes," I gasped. "Like this. Please."His answer was to continue as requested, drawing me deeper into his remote but. She was making up for it with gusto and I wouldn't be at all surprised to see Sandy suffering from sympathetic labor pains any day.Well, the long awaited day arrived. About two in the morning Jean shook me awake with, "Greg, we've gotta go." Go where?" To the hospital." Oh my god, what's wrong?'"Nothing's wrong. My water just broke."Instant panic time was on me. I dashed around gathering up Jean's suit case and flew through the house. I was just about out the door when Jean called to me, "Greg,. "Good boy," saidthe woman. "Stay with it. There's more." She then freed my hands andtook off my blindfold. I was enthralled by what I saw. Standingover me was my new Mistress, a gorgeous creature in a black spandex dress thatclung to her body like a second skin. It stopped maybe seven inches aboveher knees and clearly outlined her stocking tops. Damn, she wasbeautiful! I could hardly wait to see her naked. "Nice, huh?" shequeried, slowly turning so I could see her from all sides. .