You are going to feel like a girly bitch in about twenty minutes. Now turn around and get on your knees with your ass sticking up toward the front sea.... I could do nothing but comply.Max said, “ Jason, look at that ass, is that a perfect teardrop ass or what? Look at those rounded bubble cheeks. Damn, my dick is hard.”I felt Max behind me on his knees. He put his knees between mine and pushed my knees apart. I felt his hands on my waist and his cock up against my ass cheeks. He placed his. Shit, what do I do? Answer it, or continue up the stairs. We are expecting a package, and it probably needs a signature, unless the guy just wants to ring the door bell and run. I begin to take a step down and... “Princess, you have no clothes on,” my Knight says through the intercom. “Oh dear he is right, what was I thinking, clearly I was not. How does He do that?” We don’t have cameras, He always just knows. It is like He is in my head and my body all the time. The connection is uncanny at. I was beginning to really look forward to her visit later that day.As seven o'clock approached I was looking out of my window for her arrival and right on the hour I saw her cycling around our rather long drive. I felt a strange excitement and ran downstairs to let her in. She was dressed in a short, but warm-looking, jacket and jeans. She beamed when she saw me and I took her shoulder bag containing books whilst she parked her bike in the porch. I took her in the lounge to meet mum before we. To go to the wine bar, and for our shopping afterwards, we settled on adark green sweater, with a green, tartan pleated skirt - nothing toosensational, which might pull me into a situation I wasn't yet readyfor. She helped me into the clothes, and applied a little make up to myface. Then, we were off.***The wine bar was great - there were a group of about eight guys in onecorner. From the sports bags next to them, I guessed they were rugbyplayers, getting drunk before the game. They clocked us.