His eyes found the framed picture on the wall. He stood up, his heavy shoes making imprints in the thick-pile carpet. He glanced at the floor, but loo...ed away; the carpet had always repulsed him. The colour reminded him of mud. His wife called it 'chocolate brown' but to him, the floor just looked like dirt.He made his way over to the portrait on the wall. Large and colourful, it showed him and his wife last June, but at that moment, he felt no connection to the couple in the picture. Inside. During the day a felt a little ashamed, but at night, alone in my room I remembered every thing and started wanking.Finally it was Saturday and I was eager to meet my lover again. After lunch I stand in front of his office waiting. When he finally arrived, for my big disappointment, he told me that there were other people working in the office. Seeing my deception, George told me that anyway he had to go to inspect a building that they were to refurbish and modernize, and that we would also be. I stood up and walked the 2 or 3 steps to where she was and pulled the white cotton material to one side, before slipping 2 fingers right up her slopping wet twat hole. She groaned as I slowing frigged her from behind and I was conscious of my cock helmet rubbing against the material of her skirt, as I reached round and squeezed her tits with my other hand.After a few seconds of this, I had to get it into her and stepped back a bit, pushing my cock end down between her arse cheeks until I felt. But I haveevery faith that you will do brilliantly, and do me proud, as you always do.? I felt flushed and warm, and not a little nervous at hiswords, but I bowed my head. ?I will do my best not to let you down, Master.? Imurmured. He smiled and petted me again. ?That?s all I ask, my slave.? Iglowed. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a few things andshowed them to me. The handcuffs. Theblindfold. The glass jar. Thesign. As I saw his intentions, my eyes grew wide and I became.