He'd beat off after seeing Becky's pussy calling him, but he was just as horny when he was done. She ruined masturbating for him. If he was going to g...t some relief, he'd have to find something to make it exciting. Since they stopped playing their games, he was always trying to find new ways to make jerking off satisfying. Mostly, he'd made it dangerous and weird, doing it in different places where he might get caught. He'd learned every squeak and creak their house made and how long it took. It must have been that horrible cold that woke me up. I wish I could go back to sleep, until master was home. I have no clue what the time is, but Master leaves early in the morning, just the fact that there is light at all outside proves he is probably gone. I sit up, my naked back touching the freezing sting of the switched off radiator I am tied to. I had to sleep tied up because I had accidentally made a noise when I was told not to last night, during sex. I often have to sleep on the. She said softly, “I really am tired and I really don’t want to go back outside tonight. Are you sure you don’t mind?”“I wouldn’t have asked you if I minded. I know you don’t have anything with you, but if you want to get out of those clothes tonight you’ll find a robe in the closet in the bedroom. Only thing is, you’ll need to put on the same clothes tomorrow. Or maybe I should say today? It’s almost one-thirty.”Jock showed her to his bedroom and found the soft cotton robe he often wore. . Release everything. Everything you’ve held back. You are safe. I've got you." And I do, and you do too. A cathartic tidal wave of orgasmic squirt, wetting everything beneath you. Palpable emotion, from letting me in, present in every breath. One wave crashes as the next crescendos. Like a surfer's perfect set, your cries become a harmonious rhythm with your most intimate self. It seems as though it may never end, and we both wonder if it should. But the tide does subside, just enough, for.