I couldn’t look at him. My eyes dropped to the floor in submission, and my voice dropped back to a husky whisper again as I forced myself to say the...words I dreaded, but knew I must. “Please, sir… please will you complete the necessary punishment as you see fit, sir?” “Good. You are learning. I will be pleased to provide you with the punishment you so richly deserve.” He stood up and strode towards me. Before I could lift my eyes from the floor, he reached out and took one of my exposed. The water blasted against his body in a pulsating rhythm from four different angles in the shower. He adjusted the shower jets, pointing them all to converge at a single point right below his belly button. She vacuumed the rug under the large glass coffee table, bending over, but keeping her legs straight, like it was her yoga stretching exercise. The vacuum hose ridges brushed against her panties under her skirt as she pushed and pulled against the vacuum handle. The vibration in the ribbed. I grab a hold of her hair and begin fucking her throat with deep, long strokes. She moans in pleasure as she feels it continually going in and out of her throat. She is perfect, a woman that loves to have her face fucked. After minutes of throating her, i pull her up and pull down her top, exposing her 40D breasts. She lets saliva drip from her mouth and in between her huge mounds. ‘Fuck these, baby’ she says, tears coming from her eyes from her throat fucking. I put my cock between her tits. I eventually settled on Bruch's violin concerto; I sat and sipped my whisky and let the music flow over and round me."Wow! What is that?"Her hands were on my shoulders as she spoke in my ear."It's one of the famous pieces of classical music — Bruch's violin concerto." I've never really taken much notice of that sort of music, but that was really passionate. I felt as though the violin was weeping. Could I hear it again, later?" Sure. How's supper coming along?" Oh, it's coming. I just had to.