After some time, he left. I was alone again with my Master. When he touched me again, I jerked in fear, but he was tender now, whispering softly in m... ear as he removed the bonds and lifted me in his arms. He carried me into the bathroom and gently put me in a tub of warm water. He bathed me, still speaking soothingly to me like I was a spooked horse. Still, he did not remove the blindfold. When he was done, he lifted me up again and carried me to another room, lying me on a bed. He rolled me. This got the response M knew it would, she rocked her ass towards the plug and the hand that was holding it in place. M chuckled low, and she immediately knew it was him, only his laugh at that particular point in time could make her shiver like she did. He kept his hand on her throat but released the pressure a bit and used his other hand on her head, forcing the man's cock further down her throat. He knew she loved cock in her mouth and especially a helping hand so to speak. As he pushed her. After few more minutes of his luxurious massage I asked, ‘So, what can I do for you?’ I did not make this offer lightly. We had established this early on in our relationship. There are times I am open to try something I normally did not do or even something new. I figured he would ask for a blowjob. Not that I minded sucking him, I just never cared for the taste of cum. Tonight I was ready to take it all the way and ever gargle with the stuff! Terry leaned back and pretended to think about it. I'd been playing with myself since late in the fourth grade. I discovered the drawer where my father hid his Playboys, and for some reason, it just seemed natural to put one hand all the way in my pocket for a bit, then pull down my shorts or unzip my pants and massage myself while looking at the pictures and the cartoons. Not that I understood many of the cartoons, but the drawing was good. Real good.It was sometime in that summer when I had the latest centerfold spread out on Mom and Dad's.