He walked in and handed me my glass of wine, Blossom Hill Róse... hmmm, it tasted so good. Hitting play, we cuddled up together and began to watch ou... film. I can’t mind the name of the film, was a bit shit. Half way through the film and a bottle of wine later, I was starting to feel the effect. I was starting to get a tiny bit giddy and bored so I decided that my hands would go for a wander. Starting at his knee, I rubbed his leg up and down, each time getting closer and closer to his crotch.. I’m so hungry for some cock,” Mistress announced.“Only if you want to my love. We have all our sluts to service us tonight.”“I feel like pleasuring my boyfriend.”“Sure, let’s go in the other room. We wouldn’t want to get too kinky with the waxing staff here.”Mistress giggled and her and Master went into the kitchen. Mistress unbuckled Master’s belt and pulled down his pants.“Your cock looks scrumptious as ever,” Mistress said.“I know with all the sluts here, I’m hard as a bat. I just love when. And I didn’t have to work out to stay fit. But my favorite part about my body was my cock. It was seven inches long and thick.I was an only child. I never cooked or cleaned, we had housekeepers for that. Instead my mom preferred that I stay indoors and read which I happily obliged too. I hated the outdoors, and getting messy.On my sixteenth birthday my mom took me to Leonardo’s, our favorite restaurant. After I had finished eating my lobster my mother turned to me with a serious look in her. Over the ensuing months I had a couple of one night stands that I regretted, one with a handsome drummer (what westerners called traveling salesmen) and one with an itinerant preacher. He was a bachelor, kinda cute, and very inexperienced. So I spent most of that time abstaining. I kept looking around for some other flavors of cock to add to my bed time fun. Abstinence just wasn't my cup of tea.My next exceptionally flavorful spice addition happened this way.I quite often rode out alone to.