His envy shows in the emerging daylight. An expensive main door with polished brass ornaments opens on a flight of steps, a large room, more space, a ...edroom. He draws the curtains. "I need a shower first," I say. He puts his hand on my shoulder, gives me this appreciative look. "You're clean enough," he answers. He's getting ceremonial now, embracing me, smacking a wet kiss on my lips, hunkering down, undoing my belt, unzipping my pants, like in a porn flick. He fondles my penis. He says quietly. Did you enjoy that? he asks pulling his cock from her mouth. Yes . . .master. MASTER! She thinks, where the hell did that come from?! She realizes what he had done to her, taking control of her, taking what he wanted from her, it fit, and she knew it. You will NOT let my cock go limp my little slut. You will suck my cock until it is usable again! We are not done yet. he says as he feeds her his cock. She cant believe how hungrily she accepts it. Sucking it like a starving. I want to see you. Show me." I sat down on the edge of the bed and she took a step back and began the show."I've never done anything like this with another man. Not even with David..." she said softly, almost embarrassed to admit her inexperience.I kissed her gently again and she smiled. Then she began removing her clothes. Carol did a pretty decent striptease considering she had never done it before.She was shy and embarrassed at first, but my attention and coaxing relaxed her enough to. "Why do they call you Pony," she asked"It's just a nickname," he said. Something twitched far below the waistband of his sweats."But why Pony?" she breathed.Something shifted the folds of cloth at his crotch."I think you have an idea why," he said. His fingers toyed with the drawstrings of his sweats. "I'd have to show you," he said. He pulled the strings taut and the bows of the knot got a touch smaller. "Do you want to see?" I've got to see," she whispered, "Show me"The knot came undone. His.