You do it slowly in front of me, your T-shirt first thrown across the room. Then achingly slowly, your boxers, my eyes glued to what will pop out. I w...tch as it pops out, standing proud, sticking out at me. I look up at my Master and my eyes are begging him for me to touch it. “Want it don’t you, kitten? But you were late!” Is all Master says, stepping out of his boxers. I’m drooling over my gag and find myself humping thin air. Master uses his strength by grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. At least Helen appeared to be calm. That was unexpected but welcome and made up partly for the panic he felt himself.‘Okay,’ he told himself. ‘Time to be a grown-up!’The three S – shit, shave, shower – took him less than ten minutes. Leaving a short note for Ashley on the kitchen table and remembering in time to take his cellphone, Danny rushed from the apartment and ran downstairs for the underground parking, taking two steps at a time. He stopped two flights down and cursed. Running back up. I caught my reflection in the mirror and stood up and walked over to it. I was young and beautiful, I did not need a man to tell me that, besides the waiters had been hitting on me and even some of the waitresses confessed envy, so why the fuck, as I stood naked in my bedroom was I trying to masturbate when all around me, men wanted to put their dicks into me?I looked at my husband again and pulled on a long t-shirt over my naked body, that came down to mid thigh, I was so aroused I decided to. He ran his tongue to the up her thigh, past her panties, to the crease between her thigh and crotch. He lifted her legs up and raised himself higher so he could have a straight down angle on her crotch. He ran his tongue up the line between her thigh and crotch, once he reached her hip, he licked downwards slowly, following the trail towards her ass, widening his tongue so it barely brushed her pussy lips. He felt her body tense up when he tasted her pussy, and pointed his tongue,.