You call that a hard-on? And from now on, if you ever refer to it at all, you call it your penis. You aren’t man enough for it to be called anything...else. Put your hands on it right now and let me hear what it is.”“It is my penis, cock-Master.”“Good, but don’t forget the sir.“It is my penis, cock master Sir.”He sat on the toilet, casually using the cleaning brush next to it to splash piss from the tub bottom on me.“We’re going to send an e-mail to your Overseas Master, introducing me…I’m going. If this were an earlier age, he'd be trying to read the little black numbers off the lipstick; maybe in the future it's a laptop with holograms projecting out of it's surface. Except that I never wore glasses. My parents told me that in order to get along in this life you need to dress well and look good, and who gives a damn about your brains. So I'm just shy of 6 feet tall and fairly well built; I even play water polo when sufficiently drunk enough not to care. But my desire was to be a. ‘Be very careful! He’s in the pocket.’ I was pressed against Amelia’s bosom. Even through the material I could distinguish two things, one pleasant, one not so. Amelia’s breasts were softer and more yielding than Griselda’s. Amelia was not so fastidious in her personal ablutions as Griselda and certainly not as sweet smelling as the Lady Petrova. During the next half hour my cloth prison swung violently as Amelia worked. It was apparent that she was engaged in frantic activity. From the. Lol, it was like a cum shot scene in porn. I don’t know if she liked it or not but she laughed at me and went to clean up.I was a bit embarrassed that I couldn’t fuck her. She then came back and I was smiling embarrassingly and asked her sorry. She told no, it’s fine, it happens and she sat next to me. But I really wanted to fuck her and I needed some time to reload, lol. I asked her to give me some time and then I would like to fuck her. Then smiled and said okay fine. We both sat naked on the.