Walking to my car in my black high heel boots, short skirt and button down white blouse. I get to my car and see a note on the windshield. My legs go ...eak knowing that this is from Master. This is exactly what I need to make my day better. I take the note and read it. Hello my Pet, I have been informed that your day has not been going well. I do not want you coming home upset so I am sending you to do a few tasks before you get here. There are further instructions in the car. Enjoy yourself my. Tonight, she was certain, she would be filled by only the second prick of her life, and it would belong to the sovereign ruler of this country. She was about to be bedded by a king. The mere idea almost made her orgasm as she stood there.An hour later she had been bathed, had her pubes shaved for the first time in her life, endured an enema, and been oiled front and rear. When she asked why they were oiling her arse hole she was told that the Emir often liked to fuck that way, and she decided. Yes often twice a day until that birthday.It was a Friday remember. As always, on your birthday I would take the day off, especially if I was working lates or nights, if I was on earlies I would take the day after off. I would have the house ready, with your gifts waiting for you when you got home, a meal prepared and I would treat you like a queen, often starting with a long lovemaking session as soon as you were home and always ending with one.I remember how worried I was when you were late. It took a few seconds before the young woman’s moans resumed. Moments after they did, she fall back down to the bed and her legs spread even wider. Not only had she given in to the orgasm, but she was now grinding her hips in a concentric motion, almost doubling the intensity of the tongue fucking.I continued to lick her until the final squirt oozed out of her. By then, my mouth was full and I was left with a choice; swallow or spit. I didn’t even bother thinking it over before unclenching my.