Master tells me he's had a busy and stressful week, and is looking forward to having a long, relaxing masturbation session. I'm very happy to hear Him...tell me that, since it means He'll be allowing me the privilege of doing one of my favorite activities.Master sits down at the desk and I can hear Him placing down some lube and His fleshlight. He finds some porn to watch, then I can hear Him say "Are you ready, cuck?"I nod vigorously and say "Yes, Sir", then I can hear Him unzipping his fly and. He was hammering me so hard I could feel it in my stomach. My panties are beginning to get wet even as I write this. Damn he was so fucking hot, I can cum just saying his name alone…Justin... oh fuck I want him again. It all started when I got home yesterday. I saw him in our backyard he startled me at first then I remembered mom telling me about the gardener coming over later. I saw him before he say me. From the side of the house all I could he was his well shaped athletic body. His rock. They turned to each other, grabbed hands, moved closer and kissed a long loving kiss. Their arms moved around each other to hold them close to feel the love and longing for each other. Slowly their mouths opened and their tongues touched. The embers of a sleeping fire rekindled in each of their bodies. Small flames of passion were growing in their loins. They stood for a long time just holding and caressing each other’s faces. They broke away and moved over to the place where they were to. How many tattoos have you got?" She was anticipating he had lost count after the first hundred."Four." Four?" she said in disbelief. "I count at least like a gazillion on your fists alone." Four big ones," he explained. "Back. Chest. One on each arm from the shoulders down." Yikes. How long did they take?"He chuckled, "About a bottle of tequila each." I'm not so convinced," Jess said, sceptical. "I think you just don't know."He reached for the buttons on his shirt. "You want to count for.