I was missing the regular oral sex of Shirley now and masturbation had become only like a daily chore that I had lost interest in.. I was eagerly look...ng forward to the nights with Shirley and everyday I rubbed my boobs thinking of her..I used to hug her whenever I got the opportunity.. only we both knew the real secret behind this and we used to giggle about it.. I used to got Shirley s chamber on some days, lock it from inside and have hot smooch and finger fucking sessions but we couldn’t do. It began to harden in my mouth. I could see the other nipple respond alike. Next I saw a smile spread across her face and her eyes opened."Oh sweetheart what a wonderful way to wake up. My handsome boyfriend wakng up my nipples and my pussy too."She pushed my head away and moved her head down to my cock, which was at full mast. She looked at me and said, "Relax stud! I want some cream for my coffee, and I want it fresh from the source." She sucked my shaft into her mouth and commenced giving me. We were well over an hour into our session and I was yet to be tied up. Master smoothed out the paper lying on the faux bearskin rug and took his time studying the complex diagram of ropes crisscrossing over a drawn female form. He finally nodded his head. "I think you're right, Viv. I mean... Silence, Slave!"I glanced at the clock. I hated to disappoint Master but... Dropping out of character I began untangling my arms from the half completed rope bindings. "Charlie, I'm sorry but this just. The Duke, much like his reputation, was not much of a man to look at. He was of middle age, short and rather thin and weedy looking. His hair was nearly bald and he coughed often. His pale skin suggested that he only rarely if ever exposed himself to daylight and the flab of his arms and body suggested that he rarely if ever took exercise or practiced at arms. His weak dark eyes were too nervous to ever fix themselves for long on a single person or object and his hands had a slight tremor to.