Henri hugged and kissed her warmly before they went in and closed the door.What was I seeing? My erection was now painful. Our fantasies were happenin.... Julie was fucking another man. Should I barge in and confront them? Should I try to peek in through a window?But I just sat in the bus shelter for more than 90 minutes, before at last I saw movement at the door again. There was a stark naked Julie in the open door, letting my cousin paw her as they kissed. Even after he broke away, she remained. . I want to make sure that there is a line between this and the rest of our relationship. So tomorrow morning your name is Sleene. I will call you Sleene or slave. You will call me sir in non-sexual situations and master in sexual situations. You will not call me Ken or honey when we're role-playing. Do you understand, slave?"Oh my god! I thought I was horny before! "Yes ... master" You will prepare before presenting yourself. You will condition your pubic hair so that it is very soft. You will. Sliding in and out from underneath the cars, blindly grabbing the right tools, grease marking his strong arms where he’d rolled up his sleeves and streaks on his neck where he had wiped away sweat. She was mesmerized. She was out of sight, parked under the shade of the trees, fearlessly staring, gaping at his perfection. You are glorious she thought. He was diligently working, though every so often, he’d look up and say something apparently funny to the other mechanics. She couldn’t hear, but. A beat. And he side-shuffled in my direction.His hand touched mine, lifting it off of my cock. He replaced my grip with his. His fat fingers rubbed up and down on the shaft of my hardening cock, slowly moving up to the head. His hand felt like a soft pillow, the bones insulated as he pressed harder and released, slowly stroking."We might as well get something out of this, eh?" he said.I had realized now that his other hand had a vice grip on his own cock, pumping so wildly that I could hear the.