It doesn't even make sense to me." He let out a long sigh and started again on his omelet. It felt good to talk. "It's lust, Sy. Pure lust for both of...us. I feel it, too," she said. "Yeah, I know. Pure lust." He took another bite. "Thanks for breakfast, it's really good. Okay, I'll stick to the plan next time. No drinking and no wanking. I'll wait at home. I'm sorry about the calls and the texts. I guess you didn't get any of them since your phone was turned off." "Sy, I want you to say it. Say. TinaI had still not seen Luke with an erection. The previous night, he had pleasured me, then we had gone to sleep. Sure, I felt him behind me, but it was not in a position I could compare with. Earlier that night was similar, I had felt some movement when we were kissing at his door. After that, he had put me on the bed and the most I saw of him was from the waist up. Not that I’m complaining, I did enjoy the view. However, I had seen him in the clubhouse and earlier playing cards and he. She illustrated the fact that wearing clothes can be sexier than no clothes. Anyway, I had a plan. I went to the thatched roof cabana and bought her a drink. I sat it on the little table next to her chair. "I told you I don't drink, Mr. Spencer." "Just call me Spencer, and it's called a 'Friendship' drink. It is non-alcoholic, but has special vitamins making strangers into friends." "I don't want a friend." "I want to be your friend." "Why?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Because you look. Just the thought almost sends me over the edge, Master comes over and runs his strong hands though my now soaked hair slowly tightening his grip. Pulling my head back to stare deeply into my masters eyes. He growls out ….. “What do you say to Master?”…My eyes widen in slight fear as my breathe catches in excitement. I start a slow grin, and think to be a smartass, I say “More please?”.My master stares hard at me but has this sly smile of his own, that rises the hair on my flesh. He slides his.