It was hard to find time to see him, after all I was married with 3 children. We spent days and evening together. I would ask my friends to watch my ...ids for me, just to spend a few minutes with him. I would wait anxiously for him to call me when he was at work on his break. We would spend time together walking around parks and lakes. I thought I would never feel like this again. With all the time we spent together, John never pushed or pestered me for sex. I found myself wanting him more and. As she was driving I started to notice what she was wearing, it was a plain light yellow cotton sundress, knee length with a quite low neckline which showed the top part of her breasts. She and her husband Jeff had married young and she would have been about 38 at this time. Sitting next to her I suddenly realised that my cock was starting to stiffen, so picked up my bag containing my workboots and put it on my lap to cover the growing bulge in my jeans.As we drove on she said " Can you hear. I moved their stuff into the basement storage. I then grabbed each person out of their boxed and moved them into their cells.Each cell has cameras and microphones mounted in them to allow me to monitor their every word and movement, and on the doors I have posted a set of slave rules. The holding cells have a bed and portable toilet, water and wash bucket. There are larger living cells that have a small refrigerator and a computer terminal and a better bed. The girls each get their own holding. My body quivering, my cock throbbing. He took off his shirt and I felt his bare chest against my leg. He ran his fingers tips along my thighs and hips and all around my cock. I was breathing hard, still staring at the ceiling, just wishing he would touch my cock, just wishing he would grab it and stroke it. Then I felt it. His finger tips brushed along my rock hard shaft. The feeling made me arch my back and gasp as my cock strained and throbbed, making clear, sticky pre cum ooze out. My body.