Her shoulders ached from being left in such a position for so long. Her clit swollen with anticipation. Her juices flowed, she felt her wetness drippi...g down her thighs."What will he have of me?" she wondered. The clock in the hall chimed 3:00; he will be home soon to have his way with her. She enjoyed his game; he is her master and she his slave. But on days like this, she is left to wonder what he has planned for her. She yearns for his touch, his kiss and the sound of his voice. Just how. She just hung there like a living doll.Hector walked to the front of the sofa and knelt, then lifted her head. Staring into her dull brown eyes for a second, he whispered, "I love you." Then, he lowered her head until it was cradled between her arms, rose and walked around the sofa. Once behind her again, he quickly stripped off his own clothes and pulled out the paddle. From experience -- both his and hers -- he knew this hurt, but would leave no permanent marks. Before he could change his. He moves his hands down to the zipper on the back of the shirt. His hands squeeze and cup her round rear before he tries to unzip the clothing that hides her from him. In his mind he noted that she had taken care in what she wore for each item had been a gift, from him. His heart leaps at the knowledge that she did it for him, him and no one else. He gently kisses where her bra doesn’t cover, the creamy mounds and slight collarbone. Lips linger over, tasting, the smooth, silky flesh that only. She has started making me shave all the hair off of my balls and cock; she says that it makes me cum more. And it reminds her of the young cocks she had back in Junior High.One time she had to go to her mothers house for a couple days and she left me alone at the house I become real horny and wanted to fuck myself as I masturbated. She had locked up all of the toys and told me not to cum while she was away she said she would take care of me when she returned. I figured what the hell she will.