? My master arrives, black bag in hand.? He removes his over clothes, revealing the leather beneath. ? He motions for me to follow him into the dining...room, where I have cleared the table as ordered.? ? "Get up on the table," he commands, and I obey.? Reaching into his bag, he pulls out thick leather straps.? Running them through the D-rings on each cuff, I am tightly bound to the sturdy table by each limb, until I cannot move at all.? The table is wide, my legs are spread far apart, allowing. His hands wind gently through her hair as he moans and pulls her face to his. ‘You are so wonderful,’ he says quietly against her lips, before covering them with his own in a grateful kiss. His warm lips travel along her neck, trailing down her breasts, scorching her skin with erotic desire. His mouth and hands engulf her breasts, as her hips bucks against him in untamed excitement. Spreading her thighs apart with his knee, he caresses her velvet folds. He slowly inserts one finger, as his. Awful.Even Sia’s excitement at the prospect of being home for the full week with no classes - Dr. Anston’s orders - couldn’t lift me out of the doldrums.She also continued to concern me. At lunch, as I prepared ham and Swiss cheese sandwiches, she sniffed the ham and announced, “The ham smells hinky, Dad. I don’t want any. Do we have Bologna?” She had sworn off Bologna at nine years old. When I prepared an Alfredo pasta - delicious creamy, garlicky sauce tossed in fettuccine - she leaned over. He did ask a gasping question about that and I assured him that, if he kept doing what he was doing, it was going to happen – and soon.He took off the condom and penetrated me again, I rolled my hips as much as I could to keep the stimulation going and we went back to some good steady hard fucking. It still took a while to get back into it but the feeling started to build at a steady pace after a while…he kept going even after he blew his load nice and deep inside of me…god what a load!In.