This time though, it seemed that he was spending more time on my cock than he usually did. He pinched on the head of my cock, pulled on it, treating i... a bit rough, causing me to flinch. He just looked at me coldly, "be still" I was told. Then he placed his large hand on my scrotum, cupping my balls, examining them.Then he removed his hands from my privates. I was relieved and disappointed. I had made it through without getting an erection while he fondled my young cock, but I also wanted him. He was handsome. Rugged. Hot. Darling slipped a hand over her vulva and gently parted her outer lips. Spreading them open with her manicured fingers. She caressed and rubbed at herself. She made herself wet. It didn't take her long. It never did. When she needed to sleep and rest, Darling would often turn to masturbation. She knew how to please herself, be it with fingers or toys. She took her hands and squeezed her nipples through the sheer material. They hardened, dark nubs visible. ‘You…You don’t have to do this…Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone. . .I. . . I . . . promise,’ George begged. ‘To late that,’ she said with a sadistic smile on her face. She turned and donned a pair of latex gloves and collected a large tin of thick brown goo that she had earlier placed on the coffee table. She opened it and quickly plunged two fingers into the pungent smelling ointment and began to coat his scrotum from his rosebud all the way to the base of his erect cock with the fowl. When she turns and looks up we softly kiss. “That was a lovely way of waking me.” We get out of the shower, dry each other off. After which I ask, “So, what do you say, have I earn my clothes back?” “You have, I fact if it wasn’t Sunday, I would buy you a new wardrobe. But you’re not getting them, not just yet.” I’m handed the robe again and she puts on hers. We make our way downstairs where we prepare breakfast. While sitting down at the dinner table I witness her scarfing down the first.