But you've only half fulfilledthis." His hands rested gently on my large breasts. "I gave you theseperfect girlfriend tits, which I know you love as m...ch as me. But youare no sex slave - you barely touch me, I know my cock error was becauseof my greed, but you don't try. You never even kiss me." As his handsgently caressed my breasts he lent over to kiss my lips. I bucked andsnapped at him with my teeth. He quickly pulled back."This is what I mean. You are a disobedient slave and an ungrateful. So I compose a text, keeping the language as neutral as I can. "Hello. You look fascinating, but I don't think we've met. How did you get my number? Are you sure you've sent this to the right person?" I press send and rejoin my friends at the bar but moments later, my pocket buzzes again.I step aside once more and this time, the picture is of a very full breast, poking out of a zip in a latex catsuit. The nipple is very erect and like the lips, it's been painted a deep crimson colour too. This. We were a little nervous but she had me follow her inside she had on moderatly tight jeans but they hugged her from her big sexy thighs up her ass was huge and jiggled a little when she walked she led me straight to her bedroom. I was already rock hard I pushed the door shut behind me she looked down at my bulging jeans and said she wasn't used to guys being so turned on by her body. I put my hands around her waist from behind and lifted her shirt over her head. I'm sorry to hear that sweetie. "Will you put the coffee on. I'll get the omelettes."I let my hands linger. I looked at her. A girl could do better for ahusband, I thought. Or a wife. She was smart. She was pretty enough. Shewas too serious for her own good, but maybe I was too playful."What?" she said."I love you," I said. "My Kitten."She smiled at that."I love you, too. I really do. I wish Mistress would let me show you howmuch."I touched her hand. "A million times, you will show me. And I'll show you amillion and one." You.