She smirked as she looked over his head and saw himself stroking his hard cock. "Now, now, did I say you could do that, my slave?"Jan froze, his hand ...topping in midstroke. "N...No, Mistress didn't say I could." he said softly, not moving. She chuckled. "Tell you what: would you rather jerk off now or let your Mistress suck you off later?" she asked him, her hands applying the shampoo in his hair. She eagerly anticipated his response as the seconds ticked by while she washed his hair, then saw. To be honest,I loved that vest cos I’d always had a bit of a letch for me old man,made me un-cut boy-knob hard as iron and me piss-hole get all slimy.In the hot weather he’d slob around in just his baggy white y-fronts and a white vest like the one he gave me,and sometimes his big,purple un-cut bell-end would slip out the leg of his undies,and then I’d hafta nip of to the bathroom and squirt of a thick loada slimy boy-spunk! Anyhow,this aint getting me story told,is it,lol! ‘Er,yeah,ok Mr. “I know!” Wendy said as she bounced out of bed. “Coffee!” She headed for the door.“Tiger!” I called as I struggled to sit up. “Company.”“Oh!” she said and grabbed a t-shirt from the floor. She checked quickly to see if she was adequately covered—which I didn’t think she was—and headed to the kitchen.“I think I’d better go stand guard,” I said as I crawled out of bed. I pulled on my sweats and looked back at the bed where my lovers had rolled into a clutch in the middle. “My darlings,” I said as. "What's for breakfast?" If I help in the kitchen, can we do grits'n' eggs'n'bacon? Hmmmm?"Now, by this stage of our relationship, Cindy could've asked me to walk barefoot over hot coals and I would've been peeling my socks off, so cooking breakfast with her was obviously an easy thing to accept. We staggered together to the bathroom. I hit the sink first, washing my sleepy face giving her time to free up the toilet, then we changed places.The kitchen was a happy set of collisions as we laughed.