“Good. We will begin.” And she moved off of me and stood up. She turned the lights on – she always left the lights off for sex, but apparently s...e wanted us both to see this! – and looked me in the eye as she removed her shirt. Her wonderful, large breasts were exposed in all their glory. She then reached down to her shorts and hooked her fingers around the elastic band. My eyes followed her hands and saw the bulge. I watched as she slowly slid her shorts down her long, slender legs and the. Not one footprint, broken twig, even a blade of grass bent wrong. Nothing was there. She growled in her frustration as she continued along the secluded path, her eyes intent on the ground before her. So intent, that she almost missed the sound of a snapping twig behind her. Almost. With blinding speed she whirled, catching Adamante Necronis’s staff inches away from her head. With a cry of elation she pressed the attack, her blades flashing left and right, striving to get past his guard. But he. I still had my back to the wall but now the Married Guys cock was at eye height just begging to be released from the lycra of his black speedo. I pulled back the leg of his speedo releasing his fat, throbbing, cut, veiny, purple cock. I was admiring it when the Married Guy was thrusting it towards my lips. My back was to the shower wall so there was no where to go except down my throat.I took it all and it was getting jammed down my throat as the Married Guy thrusted. I pulled his balls out of. I completely ignore the rug by the front door where I am to kneel when I get home, and wait for permission to enter Master's sanctuary for us. Instead, I storm through the house, calling his name. And I don't mean "Master", or even "Sir", but his given name. I finally find him in the kitchen, and yell "Where were you when I called?" Calmly, evenly, he speaks. "I can see that you've had a bad day, so I will give you two minutes to get out of your uniform, and be in your submissive.