All systems were “go”. Emily had been celibate since last Tuesday morning. So had I – so far as Emily knew. This was going to be Reunion Night. ...he would surely want to start off with oral ministrations – sixty-nine, which we both enjoyed for starters, but which we both found too distracting to serve as anything but foreplay.Then she’d take over, depriving me of her soaked center but continuing to use her skillful mouth on my eager, rock-hard cock, straining to bury itself ever-deeper in. ? I said. ?There’s a good puppy. Don’t you move.? I ordered as I stroked his dick, not exactly pumping it, but just teasing it, making him whimper and leak even more precum. His breathing became shallow and fast. I wanted to see his face, desperately, to see his pleasure, yet I loved the fact that his head was crammed into such a small space. I thought about how to solve this problem and I grinned. I felt his penis pulse deeply and I yanked my hand away. He whimpered. ?You. I actually prefer being called slave to slut, as he does when others are around or in the heat of the moment. I have a reasonably good life but it is so very different from the life that I had before…. before that fateful day twenty-one months ago. I cannot complain I am well looked after and I know Master loves me in his special way. Strangely I love Master intensely now. Initially I was terrified of him and hated him. I would have scratched his eyes out if he had not restrained me. I. For the life of me I was pretty much instantly curious. I motioned him to come in a take a seat under my totally inadequate umbrella.“It’s lunch time. You wanna join us?” I said. He gave me a look.“Yes, sure, if your offering,” he said. I nodded.“Soups on,” yelled my wife from inside the house.He followed me in and the look on my wife’s face was totally precious.“Yes, it’s really him,” I said, “and no I hadn’t invited him. He looks older huh?” Okay I was being a trifle snide and daring him to.