I was telling myself that as soon as I was out of bed I would go and have a wank to sort this out. I began to remove my hand that was resting on her b...lly. As soon as I moved though she grabbed it with her own and raised it to her chest between her breasts. Oh crap I’m trapped. She gave a happy little moan and moved her hips. My cock slid deeper into her ass crack. Oh fuck. I was practically chanting to myself. “Don’t cum on her ass. Don’t cum on her ass. Don’t cum on her ass.” The problem. She puts a picture on her computer screen and tries to duplicate it on canvas. When she does this, I can see her through the window from my back yard.I have Faith arrive at 10:00 to give me some time to sleep in. She doesn’t knock at my door. She has her instructions.She goes through the gate to my back yard. She strips off all her clothes then kneels in the modified slave position I have my slaves use. That is, she sits back onto her feet with her knees spread so that her legs are wide open. I looked into her beautiful green eyes and said I'm surprised you said that. As she jumped up to get me another beer she said why are you surprised? I said I just never thought of you like that. She came back with me and her both cold beers and as she sat down she said I have a past. I didn't know what to say or do so I just nervously smiled at her. She said take a guess at how many people I've had sex with. I questioned her, people I asked. She took a swig of her beer and said yes male and. I figured there were no cameras in the fitting room, I could wear the thong for the rest of the night. Near the end of my shift, I could go back into the fitting room to take it off and put it in the bin, no one would know.It all went off without a hitch, and then it snowballed from there; I would grab a pair of panties a few nights a week and change into them, it got to the point I would go commando, so I didn’t have to deal with my rough boy underwear. I kept getting bolder and bolder; I.