I nearly fell forward on top of him as my legs buckled, but I managed to regain my balance. I let out a heavy sigh as he removed his hands from my ass...and raised them over his head so I could remove his shirt. I peeled it up exposing his stomach and chest.As the shirt cleared his head, he leaned quickly forward, his tongue touching my belly right below the belly button. I took in a sharp breath of air and shifted to my tip toes hoping to bring my cock in range of his tongue. He did not oblige!. Breasts out. Back straight. Arms folded behind me. I am fully exposed, completely vulnerable … just the way you like me to be. Minutes tick by at a snails pace. How long I’ve been here, waiting, I am not sure. I have lost track of time, and now, my legs are going numb. Where is Master? I wondered, shamefully remembering why it is that you have banished me to this solitude.“But …” I whined. I knew my word choice would anger you, and yet somehow I couldn’t help it. It had been almost a week since. If you pardon the jump in tense and time, I sit here at my laptop now with a wry smile and a partially throbbing boner. The luxury and benefit of writing stories from your past is true 20:20 hindsight. For example, I know now that the entire group of girls would become my most loyal followers, groupies you might say. I would have an ongoing casual dalliance with one of their number. Alongside sleeping with one of them, two would give me blowjobs, three lap-dances and all would flash me their. I hopped up on the desk as well, putting my feet on either sides of his hips, cradling my hands behind his head and pulling his mouth to my dripping cunt. “ Eat me!” I commanded. “ What?” He asked, blinking. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “ Stick out your tongue!” I barked. He complied, and I dipped my hips, raking my swollen little clit across his tongue moaning from the heat and moisture of him. I bucked, using my worked out ass muscles like a man.