He undid his breeches, removing his stiffening cock from the cramped confines of tight breeches. The girl's eyes grew wide. The Count began to stroke ...is cock, sliding his hand up and down the hard shaft, enjoying the girl's look of schock.Karina smiled wickedly as she fetched a pail of ice-cold water. The Count always enjoyed this as karina sprinkled the cold water onto the warm wax. „Now, Master? asked Karina. He nodded. The two slaves began pulling the now hardened wax off the girl. Her skin. I tried so damn hard to hold back the tears, asking myself ‘Why now? Why me? I have waited all my life for this…why now?’ I turned away so he could not see the tears. Choking back as many as I could, I simply said, ‘That’s great. It is what you always wanted.’ Joe walked over to me, and turned me to face him. In that baritone voice that so many times made my world stand still, lost in time, he reassured me, ‘No, it is only part of what I always wanted.’ His thumbs went to my eyes, by now. ” I said, suddenly thrilled at the prospect of having him in here with me. “Power nap.” He said nonchalantly. “Here, get in the water.” I said and moved aside “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.” I said as I lathered up a mesh sponge. “I’d rather wash your front.” He replied. I laughed. He turned around and let the water run down his face and chest. I found myself facing the chiseled valley between his shoulder blades. He was so tall. I had often fantasized what his back might look like, I’d. Except once, I guess. I had done the spoon thing to her in the morning, for a long time, and I must have gotten close to a dozen banshee calls throughout the day. I was walking around with a steel pipe in my jeans all fucking day. I usually got home between 5:30 and 6:15. She kept reminding me not to be late, as she had some old college roommates coming by around 7 and she wanted to get a good fuck in before they arrived. I purposely didn't get home until 7:20 that evening. I'm telling you, if.