He was excited and happy. I called your apartment and I couldn’t reach her. I’ve been trying all day.’ Her voice dropped. ‘I wanted to say I�...m sorry.’ ‘Do you know why she went to see him?’ ‘No.’ ‘You said you could hear them yelling.’ ‘They were yelling about you. She kept yelling that he promised.’ ‘Anything else?’ ‘I didn’t hear them too well. She yelled something about files and promises. And he yelled about her being a slut and then he hit her.’ ‘Files? What files?’ ‘I don’t know.’. I desperately needed to cum but somehow managed to control my urges.Mark, as usual got up before me and went off to work. I was almost trembling with fear and sexual excitement as I showered and put on my makeup, making sure I had plenty of the red lipstick and lip gloss. I had planned to shut the front door but stay inside, give Rob and few minutes and then walk in on him. Whether I had the courage to do that I wasn’t sure. I looked at the clock and it almost the time I left the house. I. I moved away a bit more allowed her some room. She asked me to sit up and so I did so with my back to the headboard and my legs outstretched. She came forward, touched my cock, and said, “Dear boy, you have a nice penis.” She stroked it up and down gently; she had a very tender touch. Not to be modest but if I describe my cock, it is eight inches long, cut, quite thick. Susanna’s hand can almost just reach around it. I have a large bulbous head, and have a lot of thick veins. I did not think. “Bare those big tits, slave.”“Yes, Master.” I loved saying that. My fingers flew to the buttons of my maroon blouse. One-by-one, I undid them, starting from the bottom. My tits stretched the tight garment. With each one undone, more and more strain was put on the remaining buttons. The last one, right between my two large breasts, stretched, my tits wanting to burst the garment apart.I popped the button through the eyelet. My blouse sprang apart. My tits jiggled in my demi bra. The lacy cups.