.. Shit...I'm coming.. oh shit........ I'm coming directly to his face. I move my position and started kissing him, tasting my own juice and it tasted...like honey. i begun to kiss him slowly down to his stomach go directly to his 8 inches cock. I slowly played my tongue on the smooth part of his penis while my hand is slowly moving up and down, the I begun to suck it slowly and this time my hands are playing his balls, I suck him deeply and faster as i could. I licked his balls and sucked them. I almost always get the privilege of sleeping in something soft like satin or silk or a delicate lace. Only when Mistress is punishing me or has plans that require a specific wardrobe does it change. I then turn the shower on very hot and shave what little hair may be on my body. I am naturally very hairless and my cock, or clitty as Mistress calls it is very small with a length of only about three inches when fully aroused. This is one of the main reasons that I am in this position now, living. They weren't as deep as I thought, but Jill did need to put a second finger inside me to retrieve the keys wrapped tightly in cellophane. She definitely lingered a bit as she did. When she brushed against my g spot I let out an "eek!" Don't know why men have so much trouble finding that, do you?" she giggled.Jill unwrapped the keys from the plastic, and removed the handcuffs from my wrists, but left the other side dangling on the bedposts. With my hands free I was able to turn over and I give. Youth is definitely wasted on the young. Hindsight being the better part of valor, I would not so indiscriminately engage myself in what was then a one brain celled activity. So foolish was I to have wasted one of the greatest opportunities a man can behold in his life; molding a woman's flesh and spirit within his hands.Having grown older and gained maturity, I now see the folly of my ways. Maturity has allowed me to see the vast difference between sex and making love. To illustrate this.